The past is an unreliable friend and no predictor of future behavior
The past is a sweet liar tempting you to stay and play with memories
False friends become welcome company
Who doesn’t mind a little diversion another way to stay behind
When the past occupies the present today is only another yesterday
Time is an uphill battle and a slippery slope into tomorrow
Now feels like a vice pressing in squeezing the air out
No time left to breathe choked off feelings strangled desire
Maybe that’s the point
When you succeed in pushing everything else away
Stop fighting stop struggling free of your own effort
The quiet is inescapable
I can’t make the climb
I can’t extricate myself from the swamp
My feet are stuck in yesterday
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the present always turns up in your mirror
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Thank you – I wish I’d written that line.
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Not sure the alternative to being here now is senility. On the other hand, where the heck did i put my car keys.
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seems like if our feet are not in yesterday we have a problem-senility?
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