What we once were,
we shall never be again;
those people have gone beyond
time's event horizon,
and are lost to us.
What we could have been,
we shall never be.
We, in our fear to live,
forsook the paths
which allow modest promise
to briefly bloom - and
slowly wither in a long,
forgiving autumn.
To us is left solely the regret
of the unbirth of the people
we could have become,
the passing of the those
we once were, those
who could have been
their cocoon.
05.03.2021
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