I don’t have time
To live my life
And record the life
I have lived to date

Yet in always moving forward
Without chronicling the past
I remain
Somehow stuck
In a limbo state

I want on record
What I have been through
And why

But why is it
That I need this documentation
Is it to explain myself
Or make a case to others
Or is it simply to remind myself
Of truth
As the sands of time
Shape shift forms
Beyond recognition

Perhaps writing
Serves as the bread trail
Back home
So that I always know
With certainty
Who I am
Why I made certain choices
And ultimately
How I got here

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