The Maelstrom

My feet tread
an unfamiliar life,
My own is changing
A flow I don’t wish to stop,
Yet I look back and shed a tear
Now and again,
I’m only human
and no-one told me it had to be this way:
Always forward nothing left behind,
But the memory in the now,
Always in the now.
You could have fooled me though,
Have I not lived a thousand lives before?
A thousand still to go down-stream,
Somewhere in the maelstrom,
I hope I’ll be fine.
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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Hook
    Apr 06, 2011 @ 19:52:49

    Nicely done. Oh, and don’t hurt me!

    Reply

  2. eva626
    Apr 07, 2011 @ 02:37:21

    great post! “a flow I dont wish to stop” AMAZING!!!

    Reply

  3. Summer Zheng
    Apr 07, 2011 @ 04:51:13

    time solves everything

    Reply

  4. mbwilliams
    Apr 08, 2011 @ 09:08:14

    Thanks Summer Zheng! Or perhaps…there is nothing to be ‘solved’? 🙂

    Reply

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