Time Waits for Mr. Nobody

Time Waits for Mr. Nobody

Time is our enemy
If we let it become such.
Do not pause between each breath.
Do not pause to forget
The gift which each moment brings.
For contained within the pause,
Is the amnesia of Mr Nobody
Who lives beneath the blanket
Of your own creation.
He who breaths the kiss
Of the stale breath
Which is the loss from your consciousness
Of whom you truly are.
For you are the gift of the present
Holding within the moment
Your connection with the breath
Which breaths life into
Mr Nobody and all.

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