I’ve heard so much

I can’t listen anymore

I’ve been everywhere

Except where I want to be

I see a vague future

And an enviable past

I can’t say what was there

Or where it came from

Or where it was leading to

Yet I can tell you without stammering

That it is where I want to be

In a past reality

Living in its present

In a time whose future I know

Whose present I can control

Whose inhabitants I understand

Because this is inconceivable

The figures move without mercy

Time leading them on

Reality is what you make it

And my hands cannot mold

A pot that would hold me

My mind cannot imagine

Without meeting impenetrable walls

My heart cannot venture

Without being crushed.

What then shall we say in response to these things?

If God is with us, who can be against us?

Published by alexiima

Life's a party in a sunflower field. Even when we wilt, we are beautiful to behold.

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