exhausted

i live in a world of nostalgia
in memories - ego - of things
once present
coming and going
looking for something with
eyes closed;
censoring

back to a different square
where things are not quite the same
and i am reluctant to
use the word "i."

as soon as i think of the future,
i see images of the past
and when i remember things past,
i project them into the future,
which leaves me feeling as if i had
a very busy day
of running back and forth.