Fearful of the past
worried about the present
fearful of the future
Running on loop like a tape
You never see it coming
change comes abruptly
even when your working towards it
its hard to process
What really just happened
whats happening now
whats going to happen
questions you ask yourself
Your mind takes flight
your on auto pilot
and you go outside yourself
and look down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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