Untitled (06-17-2003)
Revised/Edited: No
Final Version: Undecided
The past is what I’m living today,
wondering about tomorrow’s yesterday,
which makes that present time,
the only moment thought divine.
But taken for granted
by a mind that cannot ignore
the painful inflictions of the past occurred.
So why bother living today,
when my mind is stuck on yesterdays?
I’ve broken down inside,
there’s nothing left to find.
All emotion drained from me,
I’m numb in a world casted in shades of gray.
Why can’t these hurtful memories that make me up,
just fade away
And that which I am be remade,
restructured only by what is today.
A redesign in a flawed model,
to better tomorrows self.
