Of the things that
I will never accomplish.
Repeating in my
mind that I have lost
The time that
always travels swiftly, timely.
I know it will pass
again soon enough
Before I am able to
place the pieces;
You see, they were
carefully scattered.
Where will this
take me; yesterday’s future?
I never bothered
repeating the same;
The numbers left
scars there, before.
As the clock
strikes, and marks the hour
I rise; forgiving
the numbers, and thrive.
-Erick Flores
-Erick Flores
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