Promises of the mind set aside in the days of youth; visions stored in a hopeful place to become dim memories and fade away. A glimpse into the window of twilight time lays the tombstones of yesteryear’s promises; rubble covered with reminiscent vine.
Embers burn within the soul no peace can one find; there are fewer tomorrows, weep for the uncertainty of the future and of dreams left behind. If you could turn back time would you trust your heart to relive your life, accepting the future whatever it may be, would you disregard truth and trust what your eyes see?
Yesterday’s promises are hidden dreams, try to find new excitement in your life, rid yourself of turmoil and strife. Awaken your consciousness, your journey is not over, there are new mountains to climb, forget the rubble of yesterday, wisely use your time.
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