I'm not in the past, but why is it that my story is repeating its self?
I'm not in the future, but why is it that I can see myself on those pictures and figures?
I'm still in the present where my life is enclosed but why do I see these things that made me confused?
Questions that I'm seeking for answers but it's like a conundrum where decision matters.
Time is a thing to be patient and be ready but it will pass ruefully if compassion dropped suddenly.