by LJ Frank
When I look back at my travels & experiences
all appears and vanishes in the blink of the eye
perhaps time is an illusion of greed and desire
focusing on the accumulative moment
as if I possessed
something more than what actually exists
the material is a betrayal
of my soul’s authenticity
and if I ponder the concept of parallel reality
the past, present and future occur simultaneously
different dimensions beyond the lens of my eyes
decisions made and not made
perhaps my life is already the “past”
and yet, still just beginning
though the dimness of this moment
I perceive only the now
I am left with my imagination
Of what might have been or will be
And I feel somewhere in-between.