Echoed Sentiments

In our circled rendition

We find ourselves in states of stagnancy

No matter how many versions of the tale

We wish to sell

Our Echoed Sentiments lure us from seeing the enabling scenarios found just beneath gratitude & just above self deprivation

Humanity will continue to forge on

It will continue to level our beings

Shunning us from ever displaying a version

Of our passion

To settle for a disembodied component to futuristic nostalgia

Where do the tides shift

When we internalize our attributes

To modernize a history of abandonment

Through mirrored versions of a lost scenario?