A Peek Behind The Veil

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I make my way through the passage of time
Taking in the smells of seasons and wine
I gaze into the future, in all its grandeur
Passing chances and faces and places and doors

I look to the left and I see all the trees
Never were planted, all the time I was free
I turn to the right, apprehensive, of course
To face all the memories lost with remorse

All that was needed, was to reach out my hand
To take hold of the memory I want in the sand
Lift up the helpless and hopeless from time
Or give away all that I thought to be mine

Wake up as though I've been covered in clouds
Chase them from here so as not to be found
From this step forward on into the waves
I can take on the world that needs to be saved