Stuck
I see the seasons fly on by
And I
Defenseless against the hands of time
Standing still in my moment
As the trees turn from greens to yellows to browns
And STILL I
Frozen in some past time
Remnants scattered at my feet
I stand crying yearning for the now
I am captured in this never ending loop
Past to present back to past to present
Where is my future?
How does one escape the loop to go on
When my mind holds me in the memories!
Copyright © Wyneth Kovacevich | Year Posted 2022
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