Forgotten are the moments of the past
Forgiven are the sins of yesterday
Long gone the problems I have crossed
To come where I appear to be today.
Unknown to all what future will have brought
Nor should I care, for it arrives as now,
It is but known by virtue of a thought
I thought long time ago somehow.
A thought, while cherished, seems so strangely real
And once conceived, forgotten how it came.
Today this ancient thought is somewhere still
With no one, but myself to blame.
How far should time be dragging me and where?
I did not think of consequences then
And now I am imprisoned through my dare
To walk alone, in body, as a man.
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