And define the moments of your life,
And present the most horrifying combinations of,
Desires and unrequite,
And the importance of the moments that lead up to them,
Are belied by that word 'up',
When in truth every moment's equal,
And blah, blah and yadda, yadda.
What does one live for, if not the future?
Even ecstacy's loved for how it goes on,
And missed the moment it runs out of gas,
And is gone.
Oh, it's alright,
There are also those moments you contemplate,
On how no moment's more intense than another,
If you can recalculate.
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