In the rush of the day I lost my path

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In the rush of the day, I lost my path,
the cares of the world, were to blame.
Looking ahead, the longed-for future,
I forgot the present, the sacred instant.
The hours slip away like water in my hand,
in the echo of time, the human heart.
We run, we fight, we dream without respite,
while life, in whispers, denies us.
I hope tomorrow will bring bright sunshine,
that heals my sorrows with a constant embrace.
But today the brightness of the hour escapes me,
the dance of shadows, in my mind treasures.
Living in today is a subtle art,
a divine gift that the soul perceives.
Weaving each instant like a golden thread,
it's not just a whisper, it's a cry in chorus.