Time knows the secrets of your past.
Anthologies of your memorise,
cling to you like an old skin.
Snake moves are in the making.
The future game has its roots.
Change! the only game there has ever been,
This you that populates these lines, is the authentic now!
A Classical product of history, past and present.
How to filter what has been is impossible,
A poem exposes a soft underbelly for all to read,
Heartfelt, the only rule that there is.
Emotions, feelings and beliefs exposed “to light of day”.
Fantasies and dreams spell hope, for a new page,
I would have it no other way!
