someday is the question, love

Waking moments, waning moments,
Important minutes trickling away like grain;
Living moments, precious time wasted,
Likely never to be seen again.

 

Young ones never knew, strapped
Only to hectic sweet nothings bereft of ado;
Unknown to all, all but one.

 

Making the moment, the milestone of life,
Always to remember.
Reminisce, recollect, rethink the past of
Reality; is it the right time?
Yes, they say, but...do they know?

 

Millions of opportunities wasted, more to come; how
Easily will one simple question someday be answered

 

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[Warlord Kitten]

i feel really stupid cause i dotn get it...sorry