Treading like a phantom

Passed the fabric of time,

Laying here for eternity

Images of long ago

Flashing by,

Steering feelings I long forgot.

Memories of things I oft regret,

People I miss, lost, and long for.

Laughter and tears I wept.

Wrongs I wish to correct,

Rights I wish I did.

Things look different now

Seeing with the eye of the soul.

The ego consumed in flame

Desires to die for are loser’s bet.

I got my chance, I spent my time.

Late is the hour, no coming back.








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