Lost In a Distant Memory
Everything seems to fade away
In the vast expanse of time, where moments collide,
We navigate this journey, with time as our guide.
Yet as we walk this path, we often find,
That time can be elusive, slipping through our mind.
Lost in a distant memory, where moments once thrived,
We search for fragments of time that have survived.
In the depths of our consciousness, they quietly reside,
Whispering stories of love, of joy, of tears cried.
Time, like a river, flows endlessly on,
Carrying memories, moments, and dreams we’ve drawn.
It weaves a tapestry of stories, both old and new,
As we try to capture time’s essence, to hold it true.
Lost in a distant memory, we yearn to reclaim,
Those moments that slipped away, leaving only a name.
But time is a fickle companion, forever in motion,
Leaving us with echoes, an elusive notion.
Yet in this endless dance, there’s beauty to behold,
In the passing of seasons, in stories untold.
For time brings change, a chance to grow and evolve,
To create new memories, to problem-solve.
Lost in a distant memory, we discover the power,
To transcend time’s constraints, to make each minute flower.
For even though moments may fade from view,
Their essence remains, forever imbued.
In the stillness of the present, we find our way,
Embracing the beauty of each passing day.
For time, though intangible, leaves its mark,
As we navigate its currents, both light and dark.
Lost in a distant memory, we find solace and peace,
In the fragments of time that forever cease.
They remind us of the preciousness of each passing hour,
To cherish every moment, to let our hearts flower.
For time is not our enemy, but a gentle guide,
Leading us through life’s journey, side by side.
In its vastness, we discover our own worth,
As we make our mark on this planet’s vast girth.
Lost in a distant memory, we find a sense of grace,
Embracing the fleeting moments, without a trace.
For time may slip through our fingers, like grains of sand,
But it’s in these fleeting moments, life finds its grand.
So let us not be lost in the abyss of the past,
But find meaning in the present, where time holds us fast.
For in this dance with time, we find our purpose true,
To live fully in the moment, in all that we do.
Lost in a distant memory, we embark on this quest,
To make each moment count, to live our very best.
For time may be fleeting, but it’s within our control,
To create memories that will forever console.
In the tapestry of time, we are but a thread,
Weaving our stories, as life’s mysteries spread.
Lost in a distant memory, yet present in each day,
Time guides us forward, in its own mysterious way.
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