The Past
Life repeats
History rhymes
Time follows this pattern
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Weeks
Months
Years
The Past
Influences
Now and forever
Memory fails us
The Past becomes
A distant memory
We reach out
Calling for it back
Sometimes we found what we've lost
Sometimes we have nothing but
Empty space where laughter
Once was
Yet
The cruelest one to date
Is to lose
What was found
But even the Past longs for the Present
To relive events He himself will soon lose
He looks to Humanity
Hoping to have them recover
What he cannot
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