LOOPHOLE

Looking over my shoulder, peeking into the past

In the blink of an eye, life seems as though it is moving too fast.

So fast that the concept of seconds, minutes, and hours are becoming impossible to grasp.

But why is it memories we desire to neglect have the most intense clasp?

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While yesterday's adventures is always stolen by Father Time, one I call a crook

Gotta give them something to remember

So we keep it in the book.

To tell our children, grandchildren, their offspring and so on

It is almost as though history begins to REPEAT itself

Even if the beginning of the cycle is like a hymn known by all

But the title is an unknown song

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Spanning from start to finish

Time can be infinite

Or limited.

This is dependent on perspective

And what your incentive is.

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Here I am again

Looking forward to the future, I suppose

Until I find myself glancing at what is long gone

A journey that by life was proposed.

What else lies ahead on this path?

Only time knows...

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