The future is our goal for the putting,
An appointed lot, denigrating the past
As if the anchor called the present is also
For the past, as the fulcrum is perfect and formed.
We observe past events through the mirror in our eyes,
Photographs can help, ambition leads us on,
Where are the questions to be in agreement?
Why do memories force this life forward
When the anticipation of the work is grand and mighty?
The future of our adventure or our journey existed
For the ones punished and those thwarted
Yet we prevailed with peace, the peace is solid
With exact soothing nature.
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