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We tried going forward, maybe we should go back
I find myself yearning.
Yearning for a time that never was - a future that could never be.
A time where everything seemed simple - yet boiled over with potential.
Everything was an adventure and nothing was fully understood.
Time spent daydreaming.
That potential slipping away like sand in an hourglass.
Doors that never opened.
Passions left to drift.
Stolen.
Stolen, by others but worst of all my self.
Maybe you are like me.
Let's create that false future from our past.
That simpler time.
Let's realise those realities that never were.
Maybe in this future past, we will find solace.
- Sober