The past strewn across the future
15 Sept 2024 6:59 am
Walking up the hill
In Septembers morning chill
Scattered along the dim grey path ahead
Are the autumn colored leaves of the past and dead
As quiet as a dream they lay
waiting for me to pass their way
Seeing time that was... is future spent
Memories not yet made, spirits anxious translucent
Piled up as I pass them by
only the brightest capture my eye
The rest ill spent and forgotten
Cast away before their begotten
What a twist in this chaotic time
Too surreal for a serious mind
Who can understand this scene
This living moment of a waking dream
My heart is far away from here
In the future so far yet near
Will I ever catch and settle its need
Or will it for ever into the futures past speed
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