Our Elusive Self…
On the other side of the veiled window
Another parallel time moves within the
Realm of tomorrow. From gilded persimmon
Dawn until blazing sunset; a place where the
Individual eye cannot see lives the selves
Of our future. Deep in the darkness of yesterday
Look back as they can only remember yesterday.
These individuals shrouded in the memories of the
Past, with the bodies of today and the minds of
Speculation floats through time.
We move from the non-existence into the now when
The veil lifts on our tomorrows; we walk, run or hide from
The future. In desperation we want to return to the past;
Take a trip back into a time that we know, to relive, to enjoy,
Or to change; the today as too soon it becomes yesterday.
Anxiety builds today as we struggle to live within the now
While being hopeful of tomorrow
The Future. Such is life, the perception that we could
Change yesterday, the making sense of living in the now,
And the imagination of what will come tomorrow? It is all
Beyond reality, a parable of abstract dreams from which we
Wake to find that yesterday will not return and today is the only
Time we have and tomorrow are only a promise that may or may
Not come within our grasp.
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