Time passing away now,
reviewing what once used to be.
Slipping into the past,
sliding away from me.

Discovering old thinking patterns,
someone you never,
thought you would see.

To the end of the root,
which fractals a million moods.
Moods uplifted,
moods regressed,
moods in moments,
when moods depressed.

Endless journey,
into the heart.
Still beating,
still seeking,
still reviewing,
still fearing.