The Gift of Presence by Terra Vagus
My anxieties are always chasing the future.
Frustration grows as I know
I will never leave the present.
I’ll seclude myself from you
to include myself with me.
Nothing exists when I am alone.
I stop time.
contemplate existence.
Nothing exists when I am alone.
But my skin still falls ever so slightly with each thought passing me by.
A cruel reminder that I am wrong.
Even when my clock stops
the world clock tick-tocks.
As I relentlessly obsess over what comes next
I abandon the present.
I abandon the future.
I am stuck in a construct of my own lifeline.
I’m unsure how to see outside this frame of mind.
My ego is my enemy.
My only security.
The present comes packaged with a ribbon
that I don’t have the guts to undo.
