It is done, it is dusted, it cannot be undone,
It is water under the bridge,
It is past and gone,
Leave it all in the past.
How strange to say it is all in the past,
Yet it is referred to everyday,
The past and present merging into one,
Such a juxtaposition should not exist.
The past is different from the present,
How can the pas be juxtaposed to the present?
They are in fact months, years centuries apart,
Why are they keeping each other's company?
Your see them together all the time,
In an argument, an old picture; a place, smell or sound,
Mindtrap, midfreeze, the feelings; love, hate, anger, joy...
Past and present merging into one to knock at my emotional door.
Using each other to create a response,
Good, bad, hate, love, smile, frown,
The expression on my face depends on both past and present,
As long as there is memory,
The past is not the past,
Paradoxical, it lives in the present,
The past and present depends on each other to survive.
About the Creator
Makeba K Daté
I like to contemplate people, things and situation. I contemplate that I must be a writer so I wrote down my contemplation and share them with the world.
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