Note: The poem that follows was written last Thursday, December 15, 2011 during (yes, I’m afraid that happens quite often nowadays) Psych10 class. Enjoy. :)
we were there, weren’t we?
those days replay endlessly in my head
like a playlist on repeat.
but that is that; they are simply that –
trapped in my head.
how can one tell what truly happened
based on things so abstract,
so subject to deceit and deception,
even one’s own imagination?
but we were there, weren’t we?
i remember what happened
at that place of fate,
but a memory is a memory; it is simply a memory –
engraved in my mind.
how can one know what is truth and what is lie
with the world of past a mystery,
the world of future a greater mystery,
and the world of present…
but we are here, aren’t we?