Time Machine

We begin at twelve, in the the library,
Where I ask me to remember me
So that later, we can pick up my fifth grade dreams of solo sailing the sea

Then, at twenty-two, on the beach
I’d tell me not to forget my inner security
Which I am fated to externalize and lose twice more
For it was never instilled in me

Until now, returning to thirty three
Where I tell myself I am equally free,
To pursue beauty,
Knowing I am still me
And will always be

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