Today, tomorrow, yesterday & back again.
As it is, is as it always should be. Where do
these beliefs that bellow from my present,
past & future self ricochet from?
Are they but a reflection of self doubt & saddness
or are these beliefs the reflections of what I see from
the mere closeness of those around me? What could
my today hold that my yesterdays have somehow relayed,
may I ever break the cycle that I see?
Will it or is it but a tremor of my destiny to follow the path that preceeded the day before me? Can I & will I repete all the
reflections of the sorrows that I have so effortlessly placed before me?
But as all questions cycle through my mind the one question
I have that plays repetitiously in my minds eye at each days end remains:
'Are my today's, tomorrow's & yesterdays doomed to come full circle again? '
And as always the return answer of my mind is:
'It is as it always should be, ' and then the saddness grips
me forever here I'll be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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