| Today is but tomorrow's memory and yet it means so very much. The future altered by the sands of time hateful words or a lover's touch. I am not blind to the changing seasons, I watch the Earth as she grows and dies, I see the flowers and the changing leaves. I know that I am but a speck in time. Yet the things I feel seem so very deep, they cut me throgh like a river's run, they effect me like the timeless Moon, they burn me through like the endless Sun. And it seem as though the seasons change, but what pains me never really does, and like the cycles of the Earth Herself I feel the pain, the hate, the love. I try to change, to choose a different path, yet I keep getting draw down in to the same old things again and again, the same redemptions and the same old sins. And like the Earth Herself I go along, I feel the passions and I feel the pains. I try and make all of it become mine, I try to change it but it's still the same. |
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