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I see myself outside myself and Time becomes
a terror, held in Time I witness all that I have not
become, and yet could so easily have been
But is it easy to become only that which is a dream
unrealised despite vain drivings to enact the very thing
which floats on by
as Time leaves you trapped inside a Soul whose feet
turn crippled and cracked with age, yet beauty lives
in youthful vision, you see it right there in front of you
you know inside it is still You, but something went adrift in Time…..
Adrift in Time