your moment

if i captured a moment
i’d set it free
for every second
would be
just as tortourous
as the last
clinging to
a moment
now in the past

every second
is the start of
something new
and every
wasted breath
is the end
the end of me

if i found a reason
i would destroy it
for reason
brought with sincerity
only will let me down
just like every
time i tried
to make sense of anything

every second
is the end
of something old
and every whispered word
will fall on deaf ears
these ears
will fail me

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