Finding futures in the past

The echoes of futures, the shadows they’ve cast;
our futures are buried so deep in our past.
Unless we can solve the labyrinth’s way
it’s stuck in this place that we all will stay.
Where are the answers but deep in our soul;
finding the truth must then be our one goal.
But what is the truth in a world built on lies;
truth is the things that we see with our eyes
but history’s veil often hides it away;
it’s hid from our eyes and the plain light of day.
So delving in deep to the pasts that are true
must be the true path for both me and you.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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