Things you try to replace
take the shape of the unrecognised
but they arrive back deceitfully
Like a cyclone arrives in the wind
lamenting the past furiously
Singing praises of crimes
Faltering steps you take
to hide your life of yesterday
Dust finds its way to pass time
but you forget that the past hibernates
even if you ignore its existence
It passes through time as you
unaware, unabashed, unabridged
while time passes through you
unconcerned, unsympathetic, unbridled
Things you try to replace
returns in the porous time
in the multitudes of you
that you failed to hide
In boredom, meditation, sins
you try the act of change
on the perception of your expanse
You see your panoramic life
for the first time and you realise
Time is you and you are time
Wow.
🤯
It does, to arrive when we least expect it.
I feel this,thank you😻
Thank you for letting it do its work 🙂