untitled by Kalikala Smith Just when we learn to stop wallowing in the past, we get stuck, faced with the future, and bombarded by decisions, that come to conclusions years down the road. Time is a funny thing fashioned in such a manner that we can run or hide but its still there looming over us as if to say "Now." We dwell on what happened, what should happen what could've happened. Whatever happened to the now? Did we throw it out to move on to future things? Did we remenese too long, think too hard about yesterday's breakfast? Now we shall stop and concentrate on Now. Time should be, should've been, defeated. 12/19/2002 Author's Note: kinda feels like ramble... an old poem of mine... any suggestions? Posted on 03/24/2003 Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)