Time is on the side of the young.
They can just wait longer.
Time is on the side of the old.
More narratives can change.
Time is on the side of the innocent.
You had control over everything except my memory.
A memory that broke free
and I was able to see the future.
When I looked inside you
and I saw the world from behind clearly.
And I saw love where you saw shame.
And I saw life where you saw death.
And I saw abundance where you saw desert.
And I know exactly what I have to do.
If you let me show you.
If you let me help you.
If you let me remind you.
photo Olga Volkovitskaya, https://pixabay.com
















































