Journey
I'm good friends with my past
I'm unknown by my peers because I'm constantly in a mask
My good deeds are shadows, my blunders are vast
I've travelling fast!
"Where are you going", I've been asked.
My journey to grey hair & regret
My battle with acceptance & respect
My pain purified with blackmail & neglect
"Hold my hand & try relate... while it's still early
I'm a moment, I'm not constant... I'm on my own journey
Copyright © Eric Zivana | Year Posted 2019
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