I am re-visiting the past today,

just like I did yesterday,

And I am sure to go back tomorrow,

To be with dear people I know,

In places which no longer exist,

To relive experiences missed,

To assess and blush, laugh or frown,

Sometimes even let a tear down,

To celebrate, dispute, regret and yield,

Maybe have a few wounds healed.

In these stories that are forever set,

I dig and find old dreams and men dead.

I quest for the slightest chance,

For so much has changed in a glance,

to comfort myself.


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