i brought my Fear and Trembling to the hills
i don't want to think of the stacking bills
those trivial things no longer give me the thrills
or the quiet love that slowly kills
“...why bother remembering a past that cannot be made into a present?”
that line had me bent
all the things i thought i could mend
why must i fall towards the deep end
i must reflect upon what is past
but life must be lived forward...;
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC
i brought my Fear and Trembling to the hills
i don't want to think of the stacking bills
those trivial things no longer give me the thrills
or the quiet love that slowly kills
“...why bother remembering a past that cannot be made into a present?”
that line had me bent
all the things i thought i could mend
why must i fall towards the deep end
i must reflect upon what is past
but life must be lived forward...;
a poem on the quiet reflection i had in a train on the way home.
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