what
lies ahead of us
means little
when the now
is rich
with pain.
tomorrow means
nothing.
yesterday is a pale
fragment of
our memory.
I want an answer.
I don't want
to be in the wind
another day,
another week,
another hour.
let it end,
or let it begin.
Monday, October 15, 2018
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