Passing Time

I will forget this house when I leave it
I will forget this job when I leave it
I will forget this life when I leave it
I will forget these people when I leave them
All to become distant memories
And turn to a dreamlike consistency 
Did they even happen?
Days ago feel like weeks
Weeks ago feel like months
Months ago feel like years
A year feels like many
And years feel like light years
Remembrances of past events
They feel weird and unknown
Like an outer body experience
I lived it but I don’t believe it

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