Always too previous,
Start to do
the next thing
Before the
last one is finished
And leaving
the one before that undone.
Never happy when I am
Unable to
freeze any moment
In the
torrent of time.
Before it
arrives
It’s only a
dream
Then it’s
here
And, in a
flash, it’s gone;
Only fragments
are left
To be
reconstructed
In memory
whilst
The next
possible event
Has grabbed
my attention.
But I’m trying
to focus on
Whatever could
be
Looming up after
that
So I try to
concentrate
With the
attention span of a gnat.
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