looking back fondly should never be confused with wishing to return
when we find something that brings us peace, its value cannot be measured
there’s no way to know and even less right to judge other people’s dreams
the sun doesn’t care which one of the seasons it’s shining its light on
once we claim something we forget how we got it and refuse to share
how we live our lives is so often influenced by things we ignore
the past is long gone replaced by something brand new and forgettable
the toughest hurdle is the one that we create and do no see
we look at the day as a series of hours to be overcome
change that’s disruptive but doesn’t make things better isn’t really change
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