We can be anything and everything
but time is against us;
we open the door to possibility
and find an empty room;
we write the story of our future and still
the page we write on is blank.
We are everything and nothing.
Another fragment from the past - or else an invention misremembered. Who’s to say. I’ve been dredging through old writings so the former is a possibility. But I can’t find a manuscript where the original might reside. Whatever, it’s much changed and maybe it’s a sign of the times and time passing.
Hey ho.
we open the door to possibility
and find an empty room;
we write the story of our future and still
the page we write on is blank.
We are everything and nothing.
© BH, 2021
Another fragment from the past - or else an invention misremembered. Who’s to say. I’ve been dredging through old writings so the former is a possibility. But I can’t find a manuscript where the original might reside. Whatever, it’s much changed and maybe it’s a sign of the times and time passing.
Hey ho.
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