I am awash with memories
The past assaults me – a criminal -
And I the unknowing victim
And yet,
Is it so bad?

I close my eyes
And fall, ever backward
Into a retrospective mood
What if?

So many other lives surround me
And yet I only see my own
It seems a waste-
How such a world
Gives birth to such
How much ever realized?

My past surrounds me
Like timid fish
One movement, and it’s gone
And still,
I look to it
As if it holds answers
As if my life is a lock
And my past a key

But how
Can my past undo a lock
It, itself, created?
Am I not my past,
Or am I?

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