The present

The Future of my Past

I come from there
I wash my face in it in the morning
I dress myself with it's colour
It is who I am
Genetically mutated by my past
It is whom I take into the future
My past, pre-dispostions me
So that my future prejusdices me
It is who I am and it will cloud whom I become
I am forever changed, but keep being the same
The past formed me for a future just like this one
And it's called the present,
A gift from the past to the future.

Black and white part 1

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