The past is an illusion of the memory
Don’t believe in a history
That never was
The present is a creation of the mind
Your poor senses make you blind
To what really is
The future is only speculation
Figure of your imagination
It will never be
Your failed reason
Invents every season
And chooses time instead of truth
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
The past is an illusion of the memory
Don’t believe in a history
That never was
The present is a creation of the mind
Your poor senses make you blind
To what really is
The future is only speculation
Figure of your imagination
It will never be
Your failed reason
Invents every season
And chooses time instead of truth
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