At the Edge of Now

Morning used to stretch into a wide-open promise

Every horizon felt endless when I wasn't looking back

I carried the day as if night would never follow

And the hours glowed like embers untouched by doubt

Now I see more footprints behind me than unmarked paths ahead

I feel the quiet truth in each breath, unweighted by regret

My hands rest gently on what is real and immediate

And gratitude becomes the only anthem that lingers

A mirror reveals lines that once were invisible

A fleeting reflection where tomorrow has a smaller shadow

I listen to a heartbeat that belongs to this moment