I look over my shoulder
A quick glance at the past
A numb sadness comes over me
Thinking the memories ended to fast
Turning around, I look forward
Starring at the future to come
A feeling of confusion takes over
My destination, where do I start from?
Stopping, I turn my vision to the side
I look at the present taking place
An easyness sinks into my body
Watching the events I face
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