Infatuated with the past
Constant, eternal, real
Change is a lie
Dwell within torment
Created by a polluted psyche
Memories crystal clear
Yesterday is today and every day
In plain sight and mind
A reality untrue to others
Get a grip, move on
But the past is set in stone
Like so many artefacts and bone
It cannot be changed; it will not be changed
Forever to haul this rugged cross.
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