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Conversations With The Mind-Future
If we are the future then who is the past
Why can't we be the past and someone else be the future
What if we fuck it up?
At this very second the future is the past
And at this very second the world just changed
So the future changed as well
The past is what was just once been
Moments in time space we are particles of waste
Memorize the future forget the past
Every second our expiry date closes in
A steel door with no lock or door handle
The young are the old now
Wisdom is in the hands of the rich
We hold out our hands to receive it, the poor
Future is just another word for later
When a women says she's late
She's in the first stages of conceiving the future
The future beholder
The eyes are dull and grey
We cry ashes
Why can't the future be the past?
It can be
It's another word for suicide
Later is the future
Why can't we be the past and someone else be the future
What if we fuck it up?
At this very second the future is the past
And at this very second the world just changed
So the future changed as well
The past is what was just once been
Moments in time space we are particles of waste
Memorize the future forget the past
Every second our expiry date closes in
A steel door with no lock or door handle
The young are the old now
Wisdom is in the hands of the rich
We hold out our hands to receive it, the poor
Future is just another word for later
When a women says she's late
She's in the first stages of conceiving the future
The future beholder
The eyes are dull and grey
We cry ashes
Why can't the future be the past?
It can be
It's another word for suicide
Later is the future
Published 3rd Sep 2009
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3rd Sep 2009 6:31am
It was very dark poem , I think we are lucky to be exist and I enjoy the 'now'. the reall time that we r in is the time that we are. yesterday is not real and tomorow is not exist and I am a happy one at the 'now'
would like to read some happy poems of yours.
your friend nana
would like to read some happy poems of yours.
your friend nana
7th Sep 2009 1:33am
I like how you haven't constrained yourself with a strict structure, it makes what you have written seem very genuine. I'm not sure what you are trying to express with some of your metaphors, the steel door for example. Would you be willing to analyse your own work for us?
Your poem suggests to me fleeting time, lack of control in our lives and as a result, a fear that we will die without achievement which reminds me a little of Eliot's Gerontion which, if you haven't already, you should certainly read.
Will
Your poem suggests to me fleeting time, lack of control in our lives and as a result, a fear that we will die without achievement which reminds me a little of Eliot's Gerontion which, if you haven't already, you should certainly read.
Will
