Through a mist of the future,
i look at the past;
Through a curtain of memories,
i stare at what's coming at last...
At the threshold of a dawn,
bidding goodbye to a sunset;
I stand amid my memories,
getting drawn into their net...
The future i must seek,
the past, how can i leave..?
Through this turmoil, i must pass,
like countless before me...
The laughter, the tears, the joys, the fears,
they pull me back, with their binding strings;
The strings must be broken...
...The memories would stay
I must move on, with this ever moving flow,
chartering a new path on this ever trodden way...
The world i am entering, is an unfamiliar maze,
a jumble of worlds, people and ways..
The winds of change are charging around,
changing my facets, thoughts and bounds...
The past has passed, the future lies beyond;
and my spirit must grow, as the time grows on..
Yet, deep in my heart, in some hidden chest,
the past would be saved up, for some future day...
The days gone by would never return,
Yet, deep in my heart their memories would stay...
Yet, deep in my heart their memories would stay...
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4 comments:
lovely :)
true true! how i wish we could erase things from the past, but the memory remains...fortunately though, it fades with time :)
Nice...very nice...
hmm well wrote something like this myself its pretty different in words but the essence remains the same nice one memories are everlasting but you gotta move on thats what life is
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