Following past my imprinted path
These fabricated summer’s past, with less favorite this spring’s blast,
Falling into my leaves, only to resolute
Back to a faded green

A midsummer night’s dream turned into a nightmare
And “I love you” , just disappeared
But no time
For this track to rewind
Got to keep on stepping forward
Got to shuttle out
Go to keep on moving
Can’t start loosing now
Just no more room to collect
These useless memories
No more room
To process these inquiries

The moon is full
so I’m young and bright
The drum, this drum beats so light
It Sets the scene for my incredible
Heightened inevitable.
The blissful colors of our earth paint this lovely regression
Of my immature past
And my most unready reflection

These pasted words that have come to exist on this paper
With such careless thought,
who knew I had such an innovative touch,
Towards this type of poetry and such.

This Regression has been apart of my imprinted recollection
And has now been scratched out with an eraser and written with a pen
So it may be stuck onto this world of bulletins, and reminded to me again

Immature feelings that once gave out an elicited response
But now that have come to a rest, only to give out an aversive, more hostile
response

Never envisioned my life on such a stretched out road
With all the time left to regress and left to unfold
Presently moving away from my beginning
Presently seeking to move forward into time

Making my mark, one that has been destined for me
Making this poem one of many that be
Forever
apart of me

My regression
At all, this is my recollection.




 
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