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It is almost the end,
The last final bend.
Everything I once knew,
Will all soon be through.
As I reflect back upon these cherished years.
It’s all most impossible, to fight back these tears.
Everything that I once knew and loved,
Will soon be memories floating above.
Like an ocean of mysteries the future will unveil,
But this is just the start, for our unwritten tale.
New times become old ones, old ones are now memories,
Locked away inside, but will always be a part of me.
Time is racing toward us,
And I’m not in a rush.
It was like yesterday I was on that big yellow bus,
Still remembering about recess and my very first crush.
Growing up seems so much more fun when you’re young,
But right now I just wish I could go back to grade one.
As I greet the new future, and say good-bye to the past,
I just wish there was some way, it didn’t all happen so fast.
I just wish there was some way, I could make it all last.
If you look deep into the high dry sky,
You might be able to catch time fly by.
The sands of the hour glass slowly decay away.
The future you were longing for already is today.
Right now,
Has already,
Become then.
What you thought was in the present,
Has just gone to the past.
What you think is in the future,
Has just gone to the past.
You know its going to happen, just not when,
Your pain hurts now, but it won’t hurt then.
Time soars, not fly’s,
Doesn’t fall, but glides.
As time goes adrift, it is forever no more,
Washed out to sea, to never see another shore.
Every single second the time will change,
Shift and rearrange, slowly to derange.
Like a burring candle, the flame melts us down,
Were stuck in a never ending ocean, trying not to drown.
New times are now old ones,
Old ones are now history,
History becomes ancient,
Ancient becomes unknown,
Unknown shifts though time,
Shaping and molding in every which way,
Unknown times become myths,
Myths become religions,
False becomes truth,
Truths move to morals,
Morals are now what we live by,
Now has just become then,
The past has once been the future,
The future will soon become the past,
You were once born in the future of the past,
But the past has caught up,
And taken you with it.
Like a deadly arrow the past pierces life,
The future itself becomes victim to its strike.
As if to be Bonnie and Clyde,
Hand in hand the two opposites collide,
Together bringing everything to their long awaited fate.
Doing what they do best toward their ever most passions,
The future and the past are, and were, the two deadliest assassins,
Today,
Tomorrow,
And yesterday.
How do you know how pain really feels?
How do you know when that pain gets healed?
Is it a feeling that is built inside the brain?
Links of emotions stranded by a chain?
If one could describe the feeling of pain on a page,
Would the words come out, or remain locked in a cage.
What distinguishes the feeling from good to bad?
Who knows the feelings that turn you from happy to sad?
What hurts?
What doesn’t?
How do you know?
People hurt.
People heal.
Where do you go?
Why does losing someone you care for break you heart?
Fill your chest with pain, piercing you from far like a dart.
When one gets hurt,
Why do you cry?
When one gets hurt,
Why do you hide?
Running from your problems may solve them then,
But what will you do when they happen again?
For some pain there’s a cure, for some there are not,
Some treatments are pure, but the memory of pain,
Has just been forgot.
You are born,
And then you die.

…Why?
Looking like usual,
Simply beautiful.
Like a solar flare,
I can’t help but stare.
Like a brightened shadow over my world,
Like an extra swirl to that perfect curl.
Illuminating your essence, upon my presence.
If I could only tell you these feelings I feel,
Instead of always drowning in your constant appeal.
In this unknown sea, I travel from port to port,
Looking for a girl who is only half of your sort.
It’s been a long journey but now that I’ve made it,
If only life was a time capsule, so that I could save it.
Cherish these moments because sadly they are few,
Yet I have always known, that my Ms. Unknown would be you.

— The End —