But if your actions consist of running in a maze,
Your mind constantly, completely in a daze.
Then in these days, your faith has been decided.
Open minded or not...
You have lost and forgot,
The truth known deep within.
Some places, people their form may change,
But the essence, true, still remains
Not a matter of will
Rather a skill, obtained with time
Inseparable with age and wisdom.
Again I say...
The past cannot harm you.
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