Why enter the verboten room of the past. By prying open life's old sealed doorway. What would be gained at the end of the day? It cannot be altered or recast, Is there a harboring hope to right the foregone? or visit that quiet room of respite reminiscent of peace Maybe a haunting skeleton laid to rest refuses to cease And hopscotches through the mind when tranquil and alone
Whatever the purpose the past is forever spent, Not even a phantom foot print lingers behind Its hollow hall swept by sanitizing time to never be found. Enter present's door of opportunity--and don't relent, Clinging to daunting apparitions past chains the mind to crippling cinder blocks for all that drag them around
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