Seasons change and come and go
The years roll by faster and faster
Nothing is slowing down the rollercoaster
Plunging through depths of desire and ire
Need to hold onto the rails and stifle the screams
Oil the seats yet bolt them down
Lickety split goes the story
What left us yesterday is back tomorrow
Do not engage with horrid nostalgia
Look to the future which was once past
Categories: Culture, photography, Poetry, Psychology, society, The Seasons
So true!
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