Caught between Past and Present
By Kaoss
One is done,
The other continues.
Neither touching
Yet bound by time.
No way back
Time greedily blocks that path.
Only forward
ever onward.
Inside, Outside
And underground.
Both appealing
All turned around.
Words are nothing
Actions don't suffice
Trapped by inaction
As though by ice.
Forever it spins
Yang to the Yin.
Desire for return,
Yet present flows on.
Any thing's possible
But does that make it right
Leaves one to ponder
Through the Dark night.
Nothing to say,
That has not been said.
Caught in the middle
Until Time is dead.
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