Wide-eyed, taking deep breaths
take in the forest and my home
the horizon painted with goodbye
pick up a pen, a camera
try to capture it, contain it
but it always overflows
unable to be trapped and measured
breaking beyond the walls I built
to form a home around it.
Give up, the past is gone.
Just like life, uncontrollable
a vast fountain overflowing
ever moving, ever changing
gone the moment you catch it
slipping from grip too soon.
-Zero
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