wrote this poem like 5 years ago;
Existing Past As I Look Back Through The Written Pages
I’m Lost Trying To Re-write that which can only be read
What Was Then Is All But A Memory
It Is This Ability To Look Upon
That Brings Me A Sense Of Being
What Else Can Justify My Existence
What I Know Is Not What I Hear
I Mistake My Confusion For Guilt
My Heart Closes
My Mind Wonders
And Then I Walk Away
Inspiration Returns When Another Voice Is Heard
One That Recognizes That The Past Present And Future
Are All But Contemporary
SomeTimes I Don’t Trust Myself
I’m Skeptical Especially With My Prospects
And So I Doubt
Lead Away By Tendency
As A Result My Truth Becomes A Blur In The Distance
I’m Ashamed
For I am Confined By My Own Skepticism
I’m Lost In My Imagination Again
In My Sight I am Looking Beyond Time
Only Seeing A Reflection Of The Present
What Is Fate? My Certained Destiny?
What is Destiny? My Certained Fate?
