You hurt in order to stop the pain
But not a minute stands
Without the past looming by
A terrible movie that goes on
Constantly replayed and corrected
And words cannot fill the spot
Once broken the pieces scatter
Making every crumb a treasure
Even though they may cut
A collection of portraits stare
(The ancestors of the present)
With a mirror pointed at you
A reminder of their permanence
Look not away
The future awaits a solution
Building now will leave scars
But leave you asleep close to stars
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