The Moment

When it finally hits home
There is no denial
There is no escape
The moment must be consumed
A sure win
A sure surrender
It is the moment
That truth finally reveals herself
She she claims her place
In reality
They are the best moments
Defined in the passage of time
In present time
The moment commands respect
Scripting the living time
And making history
In broad strokes of hope
This moment cannot be stolen
It is a moment that can only
Be defined by living the moment itself. The past, the present and the future fuse onto this one moment.
Our moment.
The moment.

©Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee

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