2024-05-15Genre: PoemsTrapped in the layers of time,
 are the stories I might not know,
 blips and flashes of faint sparks,
 around it, as the rock piles grow.
 Times I wish to wind back time,
 live those flashbacks a few times,
 what I'll get will be what I want,
 knowing there's only one way front.
 We are there, for a blink of eye,
 our time bubble pops, and it dries,
 fake scenarios I build, interrupts,
 and layers, they get more corrupt.
 Those layers grow as I walk with you,
 stories born each step we move,
 even far, you slow down my time,
 your presence fuels the time unwind.
 Then, there are times I walk with you,
 a mile feels like, footsteps few,
 but the path though same way back,
 always the longest I've ever walked.
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