A short poem
Always pondering the horizon,
Past and Future,
weights we carry.
In our twenties,
ensnared by time,
Chained by the rhythm of schedules.
Anticipating relentlessly,
The next move,
the next milestone.
Yet, lost in the chase for tomorrow,
We overlook the beauty of now.
Blind to the present’s offerings,
Moments slip through eager fingers.
Let’s pause,
reclaim the present,
Embrace the richness it unfolds.
For in the tapestry of existence,
The present is where life truly dwells.
Maezing Content 
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