Sunday, 22 December 2013

Nostalgia

We leave the past behind
In the eternal rush to the future
Excited in the spirit of change
And often enduring torture.
Here is though the sad story:
Torture or not we proceed
As if nostalgic to things to come
As if we forgot those we did.





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