Perhaps a past life has collided
with my present one,
When I heard someone ask,
“Have you been here before?”
I respond, “Do I know you?”
It answered, “Yes, but you only lived in the present.”
My present life became angry, frustrated.
The questions about life were so many.
It could not remember the Now.
“Who are you?”
“Will you be there too?”
“Only if you live with purpose.”
“Is that all that is required? I get it.”
“I think I get it. Do you?”
I rewrote this poem after a visit from my afterlife.