And though the years that remain are all the same
in the days of a future past
there are thoughts that I remember
but like dreams they do not last
And though memories still they haunt me
never fulfilling, oh how they tease
to ruse, question and taunt me
yet never it is they please
And though I denied, you know I cried
my tears in vain were shed
yet still it is they fill me
with the pain, the hurt, the dread
And though my hopes all seem to fade away
I am hopeful forever still
about a faith played out and full of doubt
and the regrets now that I feel
as always, wordsy "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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