I smelt a smell that forced my memory into overdrive, today
Never has a memory been so strong
All my tingles and relapses on my spot...
How the way I thought as a child, and now to look back on those thoughts
Become increasingly both redundant and surprisingly superseding
Of the state in which I have conceived and concluded
To sit and strike a conversation with my former self
Would cause irrelevant circumstances, as both collide with opinions
And most importantly, both would prove the impossible
As I often thought about myself in the future, now I am here
And remind myself of when and where I was...
A note to another Future, and one to Look back on this occasion
to be continued, for reference of looking back again...
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