It seems to me like shorter years

Since I thought about love

Or reflected on the world of words

Contained within me.

A lifetime passes without motion

In the wink of an eye,

In the flash of a day,

And only my mind can recall it all.

No stories have I told,

And no poems have I written.

No one can read my thoughts.

They’ve been hidden too long.

The phases finally finish,

And I start anew,

In a fresh lifestyle emerging,

Slick with the slime of experience.

Memories collect, looking ahead

Only to see a random reflection

Of the future faces finally freed

Floating in recollection.

Tackling the new task before me,

I feel challenged and conquered.

The days will melt memory’s years

Into the flashbacks of the mind.

Thought will sweep centuries away

Reviewing the lifespan of man.

Each action is recorded in nature.

Each motion is captured in time.

– George Cassutto