March 13, 2012

My Inner Poet. Part 4.

Time Traveler 

Apprehensive about the future,
Verklempt about the past,
What can we ask for from the present?

Stages of life as the world comes in,
Collapsing onto us,
Without a care.

Destiny awaits us,
Wishful thinking begins.
Dreading for the worst to come.

Reminiscing memories,
Immortal as they are,
Always lasting in our souls.

The present is ticking by.
It doesn't bother to linger.
It slips out of our hands.

Words are spoken,
Thoughts are heard.
No one bothers to listen though.

And despite it all,
Seconds just disappear.
Becoming our past.

Apprehensive about the future,
Verklempt about the past,
Each individual is a time traveler.

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