Time

As I step back through time

I see what once was

simple garments

wood being chopped

πŸŒ‘

My hand wielding the axe

the clothing is mine

A beard I feel

rough and unkempt

πŸŒ‘

As I look

I see not a soul

just trees

just the Earth

πŸŒ‘

When

there is no clue

Is this my past

I will never know

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