The mystery of memories,
always haunts my mind,
searching back to them,
I'm surpirsed at what I find.

Through out my life,
the things I see,
now are not what,
I thought they'd be.

All the worries I 
had before,
seem so futile,
for ever more.

Trials seem harder,
at the time they are,
then as time passes,
and they grow far,

the message we 
should have got,
seems not the same,
as those forgot.

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