Yonder Lies It

New hate

I hate this past-now-future flow of consciousness.

This stream of a past

a now

and what’s to be.

So many possibilities. Each tempus bearing a pain.

Things that were living as we speak

Life flowing by as it brushes our hair

a future of what’s to be playing us

like a conman in Vegas.

So I am utter in despair wondering

Who am I?


Publicerat

i

av

Etiketter: