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And as the word begins to rot
Easier not to look than to fix
Easier to go on...

Salvation is always ready
Every coming minute,
Or maybe the next day...

When we have time,
When this is over,
Or when we're over that
Or maybe even dead

Hidden in different shapes,
Under a different sun,
Speaking different tongues,
Memory always gone.

Yet
Why not now?

Now with its nudges and complications
Now always in urgency
Things to do
Or things to end
Or to look forward to

Things that come your way
And become your life
And your life, dries up

So now, I'm not really here
Safe in fleeting thought
Close your eyes, you'll be alone
Leave this for later...

Open again
I might be gone