The past holds my secrets, that I regret having.
The present holds a gift, that I'm too blind to see.
The future holds strings of my hopes, dreams and desires.
The past is a book of my crimes.
The present is an image I see in the mirror.
The future is an unknown coast I've already started sailing for.
The past has kept my memories, my treasures safe.
The present I'm writing with hands spilling ink everywhere.
The future is full of nothing but the unknown.
The past has tied a chain, that I cannot be freed from.
The present has held me between the two.
The future calls out to me, pulling my strings.
But what should I choose to live in?
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