Troubles That Don't Heal

They Only Resurface At A Later Date

As we press on

Like men marching in a great procession

Following orders and not allowed to think

Ill-prepared for what will happen

Time changes everything

We can never return to yesterday

Trying to break free

The imaginary chains of restraint

Only to be trapped

Once more in a world reckless and careless

There are hidden unknown rules to follow

We can not be

Unless we are fully committed

We may start off good

Think great thoughts

If action is indecisive

We may fail

Only to feel the disappointment

A loss of such enormity

It is better to forget

Than to understand

Where we went wrong

If we try to correct our past mistakes

We fall short

Now moved in a place

Where discontent is common

We will never know

What potential was possible

For we have not understood

Every attempt to correct the pattern

Is only an act

Where time quickly vanishes in the present