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Too Many Variables

The past is in clouds

History is in the stars

Those great wars

They’re in the soil

Understanding is in the air

We know it

But we don’t

It’s a fading dream

It’s faith

It repeats and rhymes

And only after time

Can we look at it.

We cannot understand the future

By learning about the past

We drown in the present

Kicking our legs

Just to stay afloat


How could we grasp the future?

There’s too many variables

Too many paths

Somehow

It’ll all repeat

But somehow

It’ll be in a way we won’t see coming


And it’s already upon us.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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