Friday, June 24, 2005

I think I am screwed in the head sometimes.

Flashback
It's over
And the moment
Plays, jagged recording
Of the halting steps
That lead, staggered
Innearingly, to the final outcome.
If only
Playing differently
The past was
A different future
Waiting in the shadows for me
To grasp it's reality
A logic puzzle to solve
And add life to a list of successes
Badly in need of extension.

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