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Tales of old, superstitious thought.
Trails of memory longed to be forgot.
Hope of tomorrow dreams of yesterday.
Visions of today,
shimmers of victories and how we play.
Never to be estimated,
thats why we meditate and pray.
Feelings of remorse and sorrow,
will still be there tomorrow,
they don't just fade away.
Its how we deal with them,
which way we follow or if we stay.
Never understanding the reason of the day.
Finding the future is complicated,
leaving your mind in a daze.
