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To Be
why do I haunt myself?
I question my urges,
the past is on its shelf,
yet suddenly emerges.
eccentric random searches,
cause a painful reminisce,
metaphorically lurching,
as I recall a tainted bliss.
my stomach all aflutter,
my patience at its end,
I cast it to the gutter,
my Will is mine to bend.
tho sacred times i yearn for,
the future holds my thought,
those long gone day are naught but lore,
tomorrow shows what ought...
to be.
