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I shape my memories after the fact to fit the narrative I desire Why waste time looking back at moments I'd rather forget when Present wears the face of Future I keep my Past in the dark unsuspecting of my intent The moment I exist is Present, but Past is its new reality, each moment pushing Past, which is but a completed piece of Present that rolls along the film of Time, every moment its own frame I keep Present in my hand while I am tethered to the Past Future hits me in the face despite my best effort to look ahead, but Present is here then Past, no Time to waste, Time is always Present while evolving from Future into Past I keep Future up in the air a promise made by Time Time did me no favor when it told me to remember, an endless repetition of lessons left unlearned, Grace kicked aside for passing pleasure, promises broken, bridges burned Follies forgotten return the moment I close my eyes, shame becomes the master of my rest, heat the burning of recall, sweat the tears of regret, restlessness the Hell of remembrance… Who needs it Present is all that matters, Future has no words for memory, recall, or regret, Future always arrives though tomorrow may never come, Past is a curse better left to those who never lived Past is dead Present is prologue Future is promise
“Future hits me in the face
despite my best effort to look
ahead,…” = Great line/observation. Well done.
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Thank you!
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above comment from seedsinmotion…
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Cool site! I’m reading your About page 🙂
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