I see the past as stepping stones
An infinite highway
It’s why we toddle away and later walk with our hearts like moving on because walking ain’t new
Some of us come from hoods, some within walls like spiderman, no way home somewhat, the streets enlightened us
Maybe from an apocalypse of different perspectives within similar races we are.
So we all look up to footprints, some with the perspective of making similar steps, some looking for shoes for feet known to hailstones
So we are not born from a whole new tribe or race
We only change our shaving styles sometimes
And a changed heart is a calm heart, the noise doesn’t stop
We then are inspired by what people have done
Stories are dear to us, we can tell them more than ten times
Some make us laugh, we call them comedy, if we cry its for how deep the stories go,
Because stories do not dig our hearts but fill them instead.
We go to school to learn about events our parents were young enough not to attend them and somewhat attend future ones
So culture is how we hold on to things that condition the steps we make like a blind man’s stick.
Or maybe history is science in the library of manuals
So we conduct tests and invent from what existed already, so success is finding time for what exists within already,
Perhaps there is nothing new than how we divert ourselves to belief and sometimes faith in what exists
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History is the chance to see things our parents couldn’t see
In the vain of seeing toys as kids, then friends, then ourselves, then mistakes that we grew up with thinking they were privileges, then change
It’s nothing new but the voices claim for something else, and the frail voices can still make it major.
So change is not a parcel, its within us, nothing new
If it cometh not from within its fake
Thank you!
