Through the echoes of the past,
You can truly see just how fast a journey elapses.
A never-ending parade of being passed by, a half-assed forecast of “at long last”,
surpassed by a vast longing for stead-fast love.
The feeling of being bypassed can lead to contrivance,
A beautiful soul churning dance of unbiased collapse,
Leading to a convergence of all the gaps of knowledge into self reliance.
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