Up and Down
Back and Forth
Here and There
No fucking where.
What's wrong with me, you ask?
What's wrong with you, I reply.
You know me. I've not changed.
Perhaps you should look backwards
Or maybe that's the problem.
Forward may be the direction for you
Momentum carrying you on continuously
whilst you long to go backwards
The top of the hourglass is busted
It can't be flipped over
sand only moves in one direction
Grieve and move on
Or rather
Accept the changes
Embrace them and shift with time
Nothing is wrong with me.
What about you?
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