Once I died,
Now I live.
Free of grief,
With sweet relief.

My past conceived,
Pregnant with doom.
To mature in time,
Nurtured by fate.

My present frowned,
Anticipating that which was sown.
Caught in the web,
With motion uncertain.

Locked in a stare,
With no intent to scare.
Past and Present trapped under trance.
Spell bound by earth's eternal music.

Sinking slowly,
Deep in quagmire.
Reaching for straw,
I am grabbed by you.

A bright future,
The Product of life's mystery.
I ride this certain train,
Coasting through this uncertain terrain.

The past no longer casts its gleam on tomorrow's dream.
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