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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

The Future Trek For The Past

I walk behind the days and nights.
Seeing to what is not, it is perfectly
fine with all my times, on the journey's

What I see for the past
is does not last on this future trek
somehow seems what
I have left.

In distant places
called to it.

Where am I to go?
The person I shall become,
I know it when I know.

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