P.P.F.

Past, present, future.

One looks back eyes unclouded.

One tries to keep the balance of things.

One looks forward—eyes looking through a screen.

 

Present, future, past.

In the middle lost with the world.

Misty eyes peek through the looking glass.

Clear blank eyes look back.

 

Future, past, present.

One is looking forward, so glad.

One is looking back, so sad.

One is just stuck, so mad.

 

Past, present, future.

Lost in the past, lost in what happened.

Hope in the future, hope in what is to come.

Confused in the present, confused of what is.

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