it seems I'm lost between two thoughts
sometimes, I ponder on the future
what shall become of me
I dwell in the present
reflect on the past
and until the cloistered grasp of future
what fate awaits me in the unfathomed dawn?
what it reveals in this very moment
and what will blossom in the next heartbeat
I ruminate on life
how painful its weight can feel
yet still, how beautiful the light can shine
it rises and falls, a pendulum's dance at times


I'm full of factory reset.
like a system,
often I falter, sometimes I rise, all well and good
sometimes I'm brimming, sometimes on empty ...