The Picture of the Past
Far in the distance, time screams out,
I'm all around you, that is what life is about.
I can make you weak, or I can make you strong,
give you a reason, or play a sad song.
I have the power to erase your mind,
any given moment, you may see my sign.
I can hold you captive, and show no remorse,
you my friend, will never know my course.
Many have tried to predict my path,
this one is a mystery, no one knows my wrath.
Enjoy each day, as if it were your last,
you only know for certain, the picture of the past.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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