Present Past.

And though it has barely happened,

I find myself mourning the present,

Like it flickers far behind my eyelid,

Already a blink in the past.

In an inward guise of protecting myself,

I play with thoughts of control,

And I become so precious

About the worlds I create.

I like change,

But it frightens me.

I feel something,

And it frightens me.

So as I experience this era in my life,

I remember those that have come before,

And I stand slightly to the outer

To record my observations.


I can articulate it so well.