I sit by a lambent flame,
To mull over a thought;
My past haunts me,
As I look back on what I had fought.
As I look back upon my past,
I see this and that.
Somewhere I lay broken,
Somewhere flat.
When I see myself upright,
In the face of my soul,
I turn tremulous
To see myself now, lost.
I doubt lying flat again,
Since I optimize myself;
Now to mull over my future
Is the object of myself.
As I stare through life's winding streets,
I see sharp twists and bends.
I understand that life's path is sinuous,
Where our wound has hardly any mends.
As I sit by the lambent flame,
Mulling over thoughts,
My present looks at me and asks,
"Where are your present thoughts?"
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