SegmaKun

The right person, the wrong time, the right script the wrong line, the right poem, the wrong rhyme, and a piece of you that was never mine… I can’t but wonder as I let loose of these thoughts, and swiftly they get mixed up with the white noises of my journey, while everything that happens feels like it already happened, It seems I'm here but to react, trying to catch a glimpse of what it should be my moment, is it meant to be, I wonder… yet I can’t hide the rushing doubts and fear…, am I late? Is it only one chance? What about now? I know… nothing is in its right place now as it was before… as it seems to be from where I'm standing…, in Denial, regret, or hymns of my lost chances…, maybe it’s destiny…the shelter that shields me from the raging storm…, that tends to bring despair to my shaking soul…yet I carry on… As I'm listening to this song… from a past that once was a moment… “Picture-perfect mutilation… Bright to black with no hesitation… All the right shades on the wrong

Is it all wasted...or is it all planned...towards eternity it seems that it goes...the mind is already free from its chains...is it a blessing or a curse..., the body & the will are forever trapped within its frames, the frames of a relentless, unceasing speeding train...yet the mind seems to enjoy taking stops every while...here & there...sometimes in the deep past even when there is no past left...& others in the far future that is ways beyond our reach...it travels even faster than the speed of light crossing galaxies & universes...defies the natural laws and barriers of the existence...& definitely heedless of consequences or restrictions...Nostalgia, Hope, Fear, anxiety, doubt & regret... & more of nothing but side effects, unyielding remnants of its wild odyssey... Time Jail couldn't contain it...because in the end it's also nothing but only one of its many different stops...that's an Alien...the Alien in me... To Be Continued...