I grow older with each passing day
Time spins on the dial around and around
If I ever wished to go back
I could only do so in my memories which are fragmented and ripped at the seams
If I ever wish see into my future to know what I would become
Then the wish would be unfulfilled for there are no such visions nor could I travel that far in time
If I ever still ungrateful for what right now brings
Tell me to stop, for I will never be pleased by the words it’ll get better because you can’t see either
If I ever cry for the work I have to do now
Remind me what good things my work has gotten me in days before
If I ever let myself be weighed down by the ghosts of the past
Remind me that they are just that and but memories of something long gone
Most of all if I ever stop trying, stop testing mine and others limits, stop trying to understand the world, stop believing in the potential for something great
Then I am not myself anymore, and that is when you should truly be worried
Atlas Ez Poetry 