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Amidst the motions - revolutions
Of the worlds of yesteryear
I contemplate the meaning
Of reality.
While some circle me in triumph
Others race away with fear.
Their sum becomes my conscious
Mind's totality.
I hear voices - echoes ringing
The ghosts of yesteryear
I ignore their agonizing cries
Resounding in my brain
Yelling out in futile attempts
to affect my gait. I hear
Their cries like far off whispers
of some distant pain.
Am I cold and unrepentant
For the sins of yesteryear
As I push on unabated through these
Spirits of the night,
Through the throngs of voices calling out,
With arms outstretched and fingers grasping,
Begging pitifully for me to just give
Credence to their plight?
I wonder, as I meditate
On regrets from yesteryear,
If they're hidden in some
Alternate reality
That I've created in my mind
In an attempt to keep the fear
That they inspire from absorbing
My totality.
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