how
but by yesterday
step i now
into later
how
but by what learned then
or not
brings the stepping now
that i now stepping
takes me
creates
future
now already gone
as it becomes
next
do we not forever live in the past
as we pull closer tomorrow
into the now
which binds both
do i remake the future
into a new past
this constant unfolding
of before
into nows
becoming
then gone
where
what is this thing
a word
what is this act
to speak
if I make my sound
will my pain be heard
will my voice find
what my heart does seek
what is this thing
that cries out within
that cries out
and needs be heard
but fears
what might be said
and so is silent
but needs still
to speak
what is this thing
a word
what is this act
to speak
what my heart does seek
what might my voice
thus find
it rises up
towers above
to come crashing down
upon me
why the again
and again
and again
has not for understanding
been searched outside
and within
where lies the understanding
that might be enough
to avoid
what will rise up again
and tower above
are these ghosts my own
those imposed upon me
where lies enough
that might be
to avoid
where is but not return
where is not I
at the end of to where
would be the running
where is the exit
if not but inside
where is not
the rising up again
the towering above
so much emotion
trapped inside
so much to feel
but not permitted out
it is all
too much
the feelings
take over
all
and I cannot think
I cannot reason
but can only
lash out
in panic
but the feelings
are real
and the feelings
are mine
how can I find ahead
if denied what is the reality
now
let me feel
please
let me feel
where but to let my eyes cry
might be found
the way for my feet to find their way
to step forward
you know, right
but I can’t feel it
but you know, right
but it feels the other
but you know
but it feels horrible
what does
my muscles clench
my body shakes
my eyes cry
but you know, right
you know what is really true
but I feel the other
but you know, right
yes
but how can I feel
I decided I knew
it was this box that I wanted
this box I needed
when suddenly
it was that box now before me
it was this I wanted
and that I got
I went with that
it was then
the only path
there in that moment
in time I could see
that that box
had its own story to tell
I wanted this
I learned from that
while still I longed for..
next time
when before me
is this and that
and a million others
what will I be wanting
while the story which is unfolds
to where can I go
to return
to where will I find
what once lost
not given
but yet taken
to where can it be
in later a start
with what once had
before
to where
to where
am I
so much
that was so much storm
so much pain
that I would escape
would I not
would I not seek
to escape my storms
to escape my pains
and where
where then
would I be
if my ahead
had not learned
from what had been my before
what then
where then would I be
what happened happened
what happened indeed happened
before
what happened happened before
what remains is what is yet to be
where can I find ahead
where is escape of that I’ve been
where is the future that holds
the me the one I wish
I dread to look behind
to see so much that wanted not
I dread to look behind
it is ahead I wish to see
and then I pause
behind
it is held in behind
the what I see now
as the what that fitted not
it is held in before
the tomorrows I’d want
and the one’s I would not
where do you find ahead
where do I find the me I would be
from where will my answers come
when will my past leave me to be
mistakes
please give me mistakes
where do I find ahead
what might I find in the looking behind
why can I not let go
of what is clear
can not be held
anymore
why do I grasp on still
to what no longer is
to where I no longer am
to when it can no longer be
when in some moment
outside of thinking
in rage or sadness
I burn that bridge
and lose all going back
when there is no back
what direction remains
sometimes
has the time not come
to burn my bridges
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