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Some times we get lost in the moments we don’t posses
Seeking shelter in the past while fearing the futures presence.
Fumbling memories stumbling on the stress, stopping progress
An honest human option, one not easy to confess.
So we take action to preserve the thoughts that haunt us long ago
Who we are seeps into to seems of imagery that feeds the ego.
Landscape of years gone, age & time becoming one until it stops.
Harvesting hope in each moment of our lives always feeding the crops.
And it all comes rushing in every scene every note every scheme
All the hopes stash away in every moment, every wish all the dreams.
If hope is but a moment, life is to short.
But moments have an infinite score
Playing notes through out the years
Until the symphony gets its last cheer.
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