Running through many avenues of present life, watching as
the past zips by, time flying way too quickly.
Similar events and happenings occurring even now, being
assimilated and continuing into vast atmospheres of an
interior lifetime.
Skipping through puddles of sorrow, roaring through
mistakes that try to bury me in their devastation, not
wanting to be captured, moving rapidly out of reach.
Settling within intellect, carefully running into the
future, looking for a horizon of lightened purposes.
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