The past;
I long for.
I dream
of my
younger days,
a memory
that I’m not
able to grasp.
The future;
I fear,
unsure what
awaits me.
The present;
I ignore.
unable
to face
reality.
The moon
watches my
life pass by.
She was there
from the beginning
and she’ll be
there when my light
fades from this world.
The feeling
of being carefree,
it’s a thing of the past.
Young,
ignorant of reality,
free of burden.
Childhood is a treasure,
one I could not keep.
The past;
unclear.
The future;
uncertain.
Only the present
can be celebrated.
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