Christopher Hayflinger

Future Past Present

My heart rest weary at the stoop of my future
Laid to rest are the antagonistic crimes of my past
As i walk through the door of my worlds yet to be
I am daunted by the deafening sound of silence
A cold lonely echo of nothingness
It is in this moment that i realize
No great beyond exists past the present
Our footsteps may forever mark our travels
Yet it is and will forever be

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