turn inside out and find yourself?
it doesn't work it never has --
the thread that makes each you a you
connects what was and isn't yet --
but i think we can't clearly see
the future anymore the past;
because the present doesn't yield
the light within, but more the shadow
cast by hope and expectation:
we build the world we know as much
as it happens to us
memories like buildings become abandoned
not from lack of strength but
lack of visitors

I love the last stanza, how very true!