Would seem a familiar road,

the parallel to a previous time.

Always there are reminders,

crossroads we only remember.

Once, when in the moment,

we can remember a catharsis.

Yet we so easily do ignore,

the truth of our selves in praise.

Instead, we rely upon the pain,

always symbolizes a time.

If instead of recreating the wheel,

we might instead stick to a path.

Maybe then we could erase

all of the past, some horrors.

Perhaps then our dreams would

allow us to cherish those patterns.