Tick Tock, Ye Temporary (this Too Shall Pass)

Tick Tock, Ye Temporary (this Too Shall Pass) short poem

Tick Tock, Ye Temporary (this Too Shall Pass) short poemPhoto by Ania Mendrek


Where were you
When your future became the present?
Where are you now?
How do you feel?
Where will you go
When your present ticks into the future?
Where will you go
When your present tocks into your past?
And where will you be
When your future
Becomes everyone’s past?
How does that feel now?

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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