Where's my rewind
My undo
My second life
My back step
When I need it the most
Sometimes I feel I live in a computer
Undo this
Redo that
Delete whatever isn't working out
But the keys are jammed and so is the printer
We are all forced
To live with our mistakes
Our history is forever engraved in time
It cannot be erased even when we are
We are less than our past
Because one day we will leave
Our past actions may be remembered
But as a person
It will be a matter of time until we fade from the minds of all
YOU ARE READING
The Unspoken Life
PoetryMy salad of words... though far more delicious than salad perhaps a tray of deserts for the mind's eye. Enjoy!