Queuing freedom for later

A question I ask myself.

When did I start to mark these moments

These heartbeats with increments

Fragmented, and segmented

With denominators of time?

Shall I, master of…., draw the lines

Between the here and now

And the then and theres?

When did I complicate

my simple, and effortless breathes

to now march within the timestamps

and expand within the timeframes?

Let the boundaries be rocked!

Let the time fabric be shamed!

It’s time to leave and cleave, baby!

Let there just be me.

But…

How did I dam up the continual wisps?

The continual time drifts

And bar them from one another

Separated and smothered

With my designs, the enemy’s lies.

What is the pattern to the steps,

To forgetting my past regrets,

To only remember to look forward

And never give the enemy quarter?

Lord come. Here’s the cry

The line has been drawn

A far time away.

Let the past, and the seeping wounds lay

To the ground, forever to stay.