Venturing further into the futurePlunging headlong into unknown placesHesitant or brave we face a joined pathThe result is always the sameBurden by a future without choiceCondemned to face what is aheadInto eras that make no sense Time becomes a parodyA cruel imitation of itself Similar but infinitely differentUntil years lose their meaningAnd dates are utterly senselessKeeping time … Continue reading Parody of Time
Don’t Mourn the Past
Note: Originally posted on engagedliminality.org Should you mourn the past? To lament for what might have been. Remembering the pathways unpursued. The could’ve, would’ve, and should’ve of life’s potentialities. Piecing together the riddles of before. Unsolvable they remain, puzzles unexplored. What do you see when you look back? Lost opportunities you’ll never have again. Despairing over what … Continue reading Don’t Mourn the Past
Lost Time
Present moments lost to time,Moments where I’ve said goodbye.What’s passed cannot return to me,Fleeting feelings that cannot be. Eluded by what I cannot grasp,Time obsessively marches past.Forgotten in feelings I once held dear,Minutes that will only disappear. Missing what’s in front of me,Struggling with what’s real.I cannot fix my eyes on truth,Shifting glances that refuse … Continue reading Lost Time
Separation of Time
Moments parted from one another, a distance that grows with the ever passing moments of time. The anxiety of separation as the time between past and present grows ever wider. Joy and sorrow, happiness and pain, celebration and defeat, all those experiences live on in the remnant of memory. Lost but for the thread that … Continue reading Separation of Time
A trinity of strangers
We gathered at the place of memory. A trio of selves, images of one self. Together a strange kind of trinity. Memories lost, memories new, and memories yet to be. This meeting made in time, birthed by a life lived past, present, and future. A meeting of reinvented people built by experience, learning, and history. … Continue reading A trinity of strangers