(Back and Returning)
Going back
in time
in thoughts
in feelings
in words...
It's an arm
grasping for air
in a desperate movement
to preserve.
A wall of wind
blows you backwards.
Defying,
I turn around,
creating
a false impression
of moving forward again,
complying
with a promise
I made
to myself and
swore to those who care.
'A mild sunshine rinses the streets.' (*)
The wind is now farting in
a current of air.
A fanciful weather vane
broadcasts my thoughts
in all directions.
As a frenzied corkscrew
I lost orientation...
...not sure which way
to go
what road
to take.
To take
Time,
on whose side are you?
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