Time does not bring solace, you all have lied
who told me time would clear my fading mind!
I search for dreams in shadows left behind;
they slip away like sand beneath the tide.
The memories, once bright, now slowly slide
into the fog where nothing is defined.
The echoes of my past are unconfined,
yet vanish, like old leaves the winds divide.
There are a hundred names I cannot trace,
their voices lost within this endless blur.
And in some distant corner, on a bench,
I sit, hoping the darkness will not quench
the dreams that once were mine—yet I infer
they're gone, but in my heart, they still find space.
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