Sunday, August 21, 2016

poem of the day August 21


Why look inside
the endless box
if you're in a circle
and the box is locked?
What if you looked
outside the box
At that green grass
on the other side?
I am reminded of
the march of life
because 
like you 
I am in it
for my eternity
trying to live
in the present
without being
drawn into
the pattern 
of past future
or was it
future past?

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