Holding On, In Fear

Holding on,
In fear,
Or for holding on’s sake,
Is pointless.
Nothing real can be found
In the past.
All visions of the future
Are just illusions.
Out of sight is
Out of mind
Thank God.
Reaching back
To the past
Trying to bring you forward
Is like carrying a wet woolen sweater.
What’s the point?

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