Crossroads

by Silently Screaming   Sep 5, 2016


Forks, spoons, knives,
Does not matter.
Choices are not ripples.
Choices are erased by time.
A shadow in a blink of a memory.
Everything dies,
Everything fades.
Right now, this moment--
Matters.
History is not judged
By winners.
The past is a
Nostalgic fallacy,
Made up more than
Any Kardashian.
Time changes;
Actions do not.
Events are repeated
Throughout time.
Clockwork--
Crossroads--
Choices are insignificant
Now

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