
Stranded in the Present
the compass of our future & past guides us through our present for some born with a broken compass there is only the present incomprehensibly reflected in the splintered reflections of today yesterday and tomorrow for some utterly displaced aimlessly adrift and stranded in a present tethered to pasts and futures of water and wind

Thought provoking poem. Time is a strange thing and we are never masters of it.
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