Surrounded

I am always surrounded by past Though im constantly lost in the present, The future presumed to be last Is at cost of what we consented... So whenever a notion is bound By a consequence or by an action The frame in which you then are found Changes one after it by a fraction... And never a chance to go back As the illusion of time still advances So clever as it loses track, Of the number of times not the chances... So long as the feeling regret Claims each memory that it embeds The things that I cannot forget Makes it harder to change whats ahead... I'm always surrounded by past But its changing my present direction So vague that if it couldnt last Would I see myself in my reflection ... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com