More are rushing though
All is passing
Old friends nowhere near me
Sorrows of past hurt cripple me
I try to reconcile
I try to go to the past
I need a time machine
Oh no
Who will see my mind and it's damage
The hurting looks and actions
Which questions my humalnity
Only me and God
I now know how to merge three states of time
Presence is my time machine
For it glues the past to the future ,making it one whole continues journey
I'm not sorrowful anymore
For I am still in the process of my life
©dominic
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