Promised Land

Later is an illusion.

The Divine Scar

It appears never ending:

The prospect of passing seconds.

You can almost feel the promise

Of your endeavors reaching their destination.

You can hear your mind waiting for the promised land.

“Now is not the time,” you think. “There’s always later.”

That is where some went wrong.

Their passion eventually dissolved;

Dreams of fervor gradually faded

Over the hope of later.

For later is an illusion,

Only the present is the true promised land.

Later

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