Promises of the mind set aside in
the days of youth; visions stored
in a hopeful place to become dim
memories and fade away.
A glimpse into the window of twilight
One finds the tombstones of yesterdays
promises; rubble covered with reminiscent
Embers burn within the soul, no peace;
there are fewer tomorrows, weep for the
uncertainty of the future and of dreams
If you could turn back time would you
relive your life. Would you accept the future
whatever it may be, would you disregard truth
and trust what your eyes see? Yesterdays
promises are hidden dreams, find new
excitement in your life rid yourself of turmoil and strife.
Wake up your conscious your journey is not yet
over, there are new mountains to climb, forget
the rubble of yesterday, and wisely use your time.
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