Passing Places

Passing places, sacred sites
From another lifetime
Scenes of love, loss, ash, revival
It all means so little to me now
Almost like it never happened
Like a dream dead on arrival

Time has mended all my scars
But I don't remember how I got them
Like I've learnt nothing from the past
Other than I never want it to repeat

Days feel like memories mirrored
Cycled times over in my mind
Though with each loop they get more faded
And merge to yield weeks, months, and years

Passing places, setting sights
Where should I go from here?
For what once was is mine no more
But like rain returns to oceans
It will one day all come back to me
Like a long-forgotten dream

- vktr