The Past Present, and Future

 The Past, Present, and Future


         Living with yourself:

         Where the past calls, its presence;

         A block of thin ice, under the future sun wasted;

         We borrow the past: though it never lasts.

         This is you, and this is life; unlived in this forgiveness, are you who you really want to be? Can't you see? Everybody has problems: it's how one lives, and deals with them.

This much is true.

Ones on the path to follow. Listening to the murmurs of angles:

The world we knew as children, shattered across tomorrow's dust in the Devil's snow.

Living with yourself, forgetting your troubles.

         

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