Engraved

A minute. A second.

A moment.

Rushes through your tight fists,

A cocoon in the winds of change —

Inevitable, yet smooth swerves

At turns of the rollercoaster;

Unlimited by the palms

And every man-made wall

True epitome of freedom,

Wild yet boundless by

Unlimited attempts to tame.

Self centred; nobody’s own

Etched on the soul, mere memory

Of what once used to be;

What can never be. Not all

But itself.

Long gone.

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