Time forces forward motion,
But my mind would like to stay in the past.
I would like to remain in the state
I always was.
I am the passenger
Who doesn't want to wear the seatbelt.
The present constantly accelerates,
But my mind craves rest, in the past
Where I belong.
That's where the jerk happens;
A violent snap of the neck
Or loosing footing;
Being forced forward,
While I look back.
Falling through the gap
Where my two selves collide.
Wishing I could relive it all just once more.
Fumbling to keep memories close.
Falling, as they slowly fade.
One thing that never will fade
Is the memory that I knew,
Very well,
That I was having fun.
The mere echoes of laughter,
Feeling of inner warmth,
Feeling of home.
Everyone else seems so light;
They accept the change.
I might be a stubborn person
Who refuses to budge;
Who refuses to move
With the ever-increasing time,
That decreases by the second.
I refuse to stay
With the ever-changing world.
I am stuck
In an inertia of emotion.
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