high-tempo

aren't the days now high-tempo
and the nights restless?

the life more chaos-shaped
and the crossing thoughts endless?

skipping breaths
worrying
about tomorrow morning
and the next five years' sunrise

only to miss
how mesmerizing the way sun sets today

sit down with me
look!

how the future pulls the trigger
and the soul of the present dies.

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