I'm falling...
into the ground. The feeling of deja vu, it has happened before, it's repeating itself. The same feelings, the same explanations, the same excuses. A different setting, a different place and a different time, but with the same outcome.
The past makes its return, it's impossible to let go. I've tried again and again but everything just keeps popping up in my memory. Why, I ask myself, why does it always return?
I'm starting to think that the future can not exist before the past goes away.
The excuse has always been that the present stops the future, that I see the tomorrow, but not the today.
Now I'm starting to realize that is not the problem, but what the problem really is, that I don't know.
So I stand up, I say loud and clear: "Let me go, let me be free, only then will I be able to make my future real"
"The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves".
The past makes its return, it's impossible to let go. I've tried again and again but everything just keeps popping up in my memory. Why, I ask myself, why does it always return?
I'm starting to think that the future can not exist before the past goes away.
The excuse has always been that the present stops the future, that I see the tomorrow, but not the today.
Now I'm starting to realize that is not the problem, but what the problem really is, that I don't know.
So I stand up, I say loud and clear: "Let me go, let me be free, only then will I be able to make my future real"
"The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves".
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