Four Lifetimes
My days were longer —
or so they seem to me now.
Childhood stretched across seeming decades.
Teenage years, an entire life lived in forevers.
Adulthood passed slowly… but faster.
And now these older years move
both slow and fast,
at the exact same time.
Moments lasted forever.
Moments lasted an hour.
Moments lasted only moments.
And I lived them all to arrive here,
now.
My life was made of four lifetimes,
and still, it goes on —
until I reach that river,
that river of forever night’s dreaming,
when time will seem like nothing again.
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