Walking along the same path
Its the same,
but it keeps changing.
Looking behind me,
I see memories fade.
Yet I feel their presence.
Keep them as close as possible,
as I direct my attention ahead.
Gazing into the Unknown,
attempting to see images of my predictions.
Looking through a window of sorrow,
it colours what I see.
Continuously lurking behind the glass,
visible yet inaccessible.
Walking along the same path
Its the same,
but it keeps changing.
The window is slowly breaking,
cracks letting in a different kind of light.
Its the same,
but it feels different.
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