Where all shines
gold but not man made quell.
From the idea
of histories; it never repeats.
Once was a fable; a forgotten
seat.
Where instead of beginnings
there are only ends.
Our mistakes are not so..
through the fate and flow,
that where best unspoken
that is what stays must go.
My cautionary tale
even if I succeed
eventually I will
fail. Is that what
comes to pass;
won\'t be the last.
The past is not the future;
sometimes neither appear.
What pales and
in colors.
What never appeared,
that we yield the
peers.
That Achilles.
I fear.