the past is what’s left behind, as we move forward shedding history
our infrastructure is hidden under layers of forgotten time
the past is the past and though we cannot live there i visit often
wisdom is knowing that it’s cold outside from the frost on the window
there is history in everything we touch that we’ll never know
we look to the past historic experience to guess the future
things we hold onto for whatever the reason have a hold on us
under one layer is another; and again repeating through time
we pave it over and move on, but history will always be there
history tells us that today will always be unlike yesterday
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