Where is the present gone?

Life … karma… the past and the burden of the present. The joints are stiff, and the backbone shows its aged slouch. Reality is overbearing. Where is the present gone? It hovers around, like a ghost. The child has no past, and the future hasn’t come yet. There is home, and the meals will be ready. Life isn’t a burden yet. Pleasure or pain, the caretaker takes care of it all. There is speed in the steps, and a bounce in the walk. The world is music, and music is the world. Work is far away, and life is a gig. The young man is happy, and so is the TV set. There is a world to conquer, and a might to show. Things to think about, and things to do. Money shows its colours, and money is the world. Compromise or sacrifice. Run away or wallow. The work trains are ready to go. It’s afternoon, go to sleep. Wake up and think of...
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