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Memories line the path I walk
Every step and every brick
Every dear breath that I consume,
Is gone and rarely missed

I wonder it so ----- if the past really matters
Or just sand in the hour glass of life
A useless mirage of meaningless events
A waiting game til you walk into the light

All of the beauty and all of the love
Could crumble at any blink
What lies waiting behind the next minute
I'd be imprisoned by panic to think

A gift of morals from society
A learned list of right and wrong
A blueprint of a conventional life
A plan as if life were long

To each action collapsed in history
I won't burden you while I lament
To every thing that has ever happened
Is 'spilled milk' in the eyes of the present