White Threads

to except the past
that we hold against ourselves
to cherish treasures properly
understanding no changes can be made
realizing mistakes can not be corrected
properly excepting life's fate
forgiving the sins made by our hearts
welcoming the darkness and light
nervous to start trusting again
desperate to clarify a new beginning
that new begging can be our present
a small scary second
what we call now
after a precious second is over
the future is called
its wonderfully unknown
some expect disappointment
a few have hope
the future comes soon
before its noticed
all are connected by one thing
a white thread
plain but exiting
expected but unexpected
space calls it time

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