To Be

why do I haunt myself?

I question my urges,

the past is on its shelf,

yet suddenly emerges.

eccentric random searches,

cause a painful reminisce,

metaphorically lurching,

as I recall a tainted bliss.

my stomach all aflutter,

my patience at its end,

I cast it to the gutter,

my Will is mine to bend.

tho sacred times i yearn for,

the future holds my thought,

those long gone day are naught but lore,

tomorrow shows what ought...

to be.

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