“Life can only be understood backwards but it must be lived forwards”
i thought about
going back to where i was born,
passing by the hospital
where i first saw light,
going back to a time
where with me was born
the fight but also the flight.
I thought i could travel back in time,
walk along the shore and find a lost rhyme,
some words i had lost in the sand
at a time i thought would never come to an end.
I thought i could live backwards
reliving all the happy moments in time
when lemons i had found were made to lime ,
when transformations were illusions
i was so sure i would find.
i flew back in time
and you thought it was
a search for you,
it was an expedition to carve ice,
it was a chiseling away
of what was left
of my heart.
i thought i would
go back in time
but the Danish philosopher
advised not to,
and i could never find