phase difference

a person that i may never be
or a sight that i may never see
the sound that i may never hear
or a thought that i may never adhere
are a few of the thoughts that swirl
as my life begins to unfurl

a flood of memories filled my brain
it came down like a cold winter rain
i shuddered at that very moment
my face was like the ash during lent
the life i lived i cannot regret
because whatever i do, i will never forget

too many uncertainties in this world
like those lottery balls being swirled
you never know what will come about
it could be the one or just another drought
just thinking of it throws me into confusion
is it hope or just another delusion

i only want to say goodbye 
maybe, just maybe ..... i might cry

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