A Step In the Right Direction

      I took a step into my past

The radiant moon spreading it silver light it casts

I was the age of 5 or 6 

people told me I was fast

I ran trying to avoid the droplets of rain

As they fell unrelenting that day

Or perhaps I was crying and running

from a situation?

no that's not it at all

The world perhaps?

No 

So what was I running from?

Was it me

Was I running from the future?

       I took step back into the present

How much I've grown up

But how little I know

Again...I heard crying

But not from me, from someone I knew

I was yelling no screaming

In a heaping rage

I was yelling because she wronged me?

No that's not quite right

The crying that I heard 

I had heard it before

Like that day I was running from my future in the rain

Was that the reason I was sad?

Because I didn't want to fess up to why I was mad......

At myself

    I fell into my future 

I am staring at something 

The ground....but why?

I was looking at a stone it said

"R.I.P Me and Myself"

But what of I? 

Why was I left?

What am I?

Who am I?

But better yet what will I become?

I ran home that day in the rain

Running from my future

My past became my future

And my future became my past

Which led to my present 

Why I lay here in peace at last

"R.I.P ME, Myself, and I"