Remember the time when life was so simple
The sky was crystal clear with hints of sequin blue
The sun would rise signaling birth on the horizon
A purpose of adventure could be found in the soul of loved ones
Memories were being forged over conversation
Time would just slow down at the right instance
Not a fear or care in the world
Then the days would melt into months
Months into years
And so on
The flow of time was at a constant pace
Pictures remain littered around homes
Bearing souls of a forgotten era
The walls had the purpose of being a lock-box
Concealing the tongue of the denizens lost to time
Alas Time keeps moving forward
Never protruding back
In a constant flow
Envisioned as a stream of tranquility
A Distant Memory
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