Next Dreams with Now's Delight

 

Within us dwells a careful guide,
A watcher on the future’s tide.
It dreams, it plans, it charts the way,
Ensuring light for each new day.

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This part we call our "Next" within,
A voice of hope where dreams begin.
It builds with care, both near and far,
A bridge to joy, a guiding star.

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It holds the weight of joy and dread,
Anticipates what lies ahead.
It hopes, it fears, it strives to see,
A life of less adversity.

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Yet Now, its partner, plays its part,
With present joys to lift the heart.
It seeks to feel, with fleeting zest,
The moments sweet, the moments blessed.

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But harmony must bind these two,
For Now alone leaves plans askew.
While Next, untempered, frets and strains,
And clouds the path with anxious rains.

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So may we find the gentle thread,
Where Now is sated, Next is fed.
Together balanced, hand in hand,
To craft a life both bright and grand.