
In Retrospect.
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I look back at yesterdays,
The past, with colored goggles.
I see darkness and the eyes are sightless.
I look back at the present,
No sunshine, only cloudy haze.
Why so?
The mind works overtime.
The future beckons and I see it will be the same.
For when the past overlaps with the present,
The present leaps and is one with the future,
All things are stale and putrid.
Wash them over, will you?

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