Past, pressent, future

Just found out
Who I might be
For the first time
In a year

I might just have a chance
Getting there
On my own
Without my mind full

Of.........................

It will take time
But I have the time
Haven't felt free
For so long time

Clearing up
Fog lifting
For my future
But also the near past

Of.........................

Making me realise

The joke was on me



Poetry by Dalmore
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Written on 2008-05-05 at 00:54

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