Echo

Echo from the past
is drifting further away
It only returns occassionally
in black and white
as treasures harder to find
and nearly impossible to hold

Echo to the future
is vaguely formed
It just started to beat
as my heart could spare some
into day dreams

Echo of the present
is still vivid but ignorable mostly
It only gets my attention
when I line up the past and the future
and try to extrapolate

Echo of my very existence
seems to be quite contented and reflected
in a few lines of unspoken words