The mind is our mystery, but full knowledge is there.
The aching in the world leaves my soul impaired.
I walk through the mist of my unforgetable past.
The people I love are moving too fast.
They're leaving me quickly, but life goes on.
One day they're here, the next day they're gone.
Life is ageless, but age grows upon.
Indeed the mind is our mystery, and it is much a reason why we keep moving through life, despart the what and Why of life. Good writes.10/10
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A lovely poem with great insight and more than a sprinkle of early wisdom.