Thoughts of a New Linear Perspective

We exist only in moment's gone by.  
We bleed in to seconds,  
melt into minutes  
hours then form days  
Weeks become years  
finally becoming decades  
that blur in to one cohesive flashback.  
We find ourselves treading water,  
struggling to rise to the surface.  
Our past weighs us down  
like the cement shoes made  
from our own mistakes and transgressions .  
Gradually, over time we lose ourselves  
to the ether of old age and hopelessness.  
...but that was moments ago.  
I suppose moment's are what  
makes us who we are?  
Are memories are composed  
of an infinite series  
of traumatic experience's  
that line your "Shrink's" pocket  
and provides you with  
never ending nightmares that  
last a lifetime.  
...But that thought was  
a moment ago too!  
Now forever lost  
among'st  the garbage  
that sticks to the sides  
of my corded mind..  
Like the congealed bubblegum of youth  
stuck to the back seat of the school bus...  
now where was I?..Ah yes...  
...We exist only in moment's gone by...!