I am haunted by my past -
both by the wrongs I'd like to right
and by the moments that I wasn't wise enough to savor.
I am frightened by the future, yet to be made,
but nonetheless a fearsome fall into the abyss of what can't be known.
There can be no present,
as it is sandwiched in between the realities of the past and the future as it streaks by
so damn quickly that it is in the past before I'd even felt it.
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