Currents

Some are too late to realize

That the past is just the past

No matter how tight the grip

Some things were never meant to last

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Some are too blind to notice

That nostalgia comes in waves

Unaware of bodies sinking

While they drown in yesterdays

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Chasing memories on horizons

Some are too far out to know

That to keep yourself afloat

You must first learn to let go