Chasing my own history
Like I can stop time
In this world where
Not even I am mine.
Though still young
I recall my youth
Through a kaleidoscope
Which distorts the truth.
I grow older
As the crowd never ages
Repeating old words
On yellowing pages.
Chronically present
I remain in the past
Fighting for a love
Still fading fast.
Antiquity passes,
Unheard masses,
Rose-tinted glasses
And you and I.
Stubborn stasis,
Without synapsis,
“A state of chassis”
And then just I.
In shadowy corners
An island of one
Marooned to others
But revered by some.
I wait as always
For it to mature
But fail to notice
It slowly immure.
Offending lights
Strobe to blind
Everyone who was
Left behind.
And yet your eyes
Bore right through me
Caged within
My hushed humility.
Antiquity passes,
Unheard masses,
Rose-tinted glasses
And you and I.
Stubborn stasis,
Without synapsis,
“A state of chassis”
And then just I.
History through roses
Perfectly paints us:
The present poses
Happily without us.
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