TEMPORAL CRISIS, ACT I
The present is not life
it's just the act of resisting ...
The future without spyglass,
it won't be easy to exist ...
What I was, today I am not ...
What I will be is not consistent.
Moving forward is not agitation,
Not knowing yourself ahead,
Today, only the past exists,
only the memory insists ...
Everything else is vain ...
Everything is just an illusion ...!
Copyright © ALKAS POETRY | Year Posted 2020
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