Looking back can be as confusing as looking ahead.
Too many wasted steps
on wrong way escalators,
led to paths from nowhere,
drawn on choices never made.
Was it different then,
or is it different now?
Will it really matter
if the memories all fade?
When nighttime comes to call
as the daylight crawls away,
shadows march to dirges
and perform a ghost parade.
Casey Mack (2007)
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