Let’s take a walk down memory lane.
Pretend that it is still the same.
Remember when we picked the vines.
Thought we had so much more time.
We crossed the divide.
But could not decide.
Which route was the best to take.
So much at stake.
Now the history books.
All full of crooks.
Can guide us on the path ahead.
But be careful where you tread.
As one misplaced boot.
On this timely pursuit.
Could result in a fall.
That defeats us all.
So gather up the fruit.
Do not dispute.
That every lesson learned.
Is a mystery earned.
Memory Lane
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