past imperfect

Posted: July 2, 2017 in Uncategorized

all i see before me is my past a perfect tense future
the gains i made the grains i stored little treasures of necessity
no value in what is counted

this and other easy lessons come back to haunt me
mocking phantoms of long dead ideals
the true horror of corrupted innocence

the dirt under my feet a reminder a guide
wherever i stand upright i can extend my arms
wield a weapon or offer an open hand

there will be pain there will be laughter whichever way you turn
we’ve all been here before this is not my journey alone
not until i get to where i am going

never far from where i started

  1. journey, our’s alone, so like all others.
    another great song


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