Can we live our lives in self reflection, are we all fated to just mirror past? Past all the trauma and sadness that last? What are we to do? Each action onto. Each thing we do once again, the same... This cycle unbroken, and we're to blame. No matter how similar, we're the same. By doing what we've done again, it'll be.

there's so much in this world we haven't seen!

Yet... these days seem like a reflection still... I've said these words before, danced this same dance. It's comfortable, to continue, in trance... Dance to music, reflecting our past. We're puppets on a stage, not seeing past; the flimsy silver coatings of ourselves. So self absorbed that the past, present meld. Indistinguishable, it plays again.

I can change something this time, but will I? We have free will yet we're dancing in time. We've all said it! But who does it, it true? We're all puppets on this stage, delusion.

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This comfortable stage, this painful set stage, once again full of the same dancers still. So afraid of diverting from their trills, afraid of new thrills, content as they are. Never do they from the path, nor stray far.

To self reflect, is to take the still past, ever unchanging as it may still be, and crush it! Remember it. Make it your own. Crushing it up, regrets as deep as bone, yet not denying it, learning from it. Becoming born again new, gasping, grasping, through. Becoming the writer, grabbing the quill, no need to write the same story again. Dip the pen, envision in your mind, go!

Writing your own dance, writing your own song, it's up to you what you will bring along! Is it your burden, your passion, regret? Those mistakes you wish you could just forget? What will you bring? Have you learned... anything?

just setting on a path on your lonesome. Is there not beauty in that, yet there's fear? Keep running, you're fine, just don't close your eyes! To the past, to the future, to the now, where are we heading and how? It's to you. It's to you, to decide what you will do.

Don't sleep. Life is too short for that you know?