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Have I seen these breadlines before?

Have I felt the hunger pains?

I'm lost and out of time.

This is much more than the cliché,

"Those that don't learn history,

Are doomed to repeat it."

This is a failure of our world

To overcome the current age.

We just can't seem to escape our past.

We are living half in the past

If the same things keep happening to us.

Like the past is overlaid onto the future

And the present is something that we're not fully aware of.

Have I seen the unemployment numbers before,

Or the market crash?

Because it feels like I have.

And here are my visions:

I see two children ripped apart,

Reaching out for one another,

Ever trying to touch their fingernails together,

Were they brother and sister?

Did the coronavirus destroy families like the Black Plague?

Is present past sister and present future brother

Like the past and future participle of a poorly constructed verse?

Does time have an ending and a beginning as if past and future are connected by a string,

Feeding back information and scenarios to each other until finally brother and sister meet?

That's a long question,

So I'll say it more simply:

Can we ever escape Time?

I mean truly escape Time.

Can history ever stop repeating its tragedy?

The breadlines are growing now,

And pretty soon comes war,

And we are all just playing roles,

So we all see it coming from a mile away,

But nobody had the role to stop it all.

Is there one among us who can

Take scissors to the threads that link

Past and future?

Maybe our souls in the present are seeking our souls from the past,

And that's why humans can never escape?

Let's take scissors to our past reincarnations,

And finally step off the wheel of time,

But first we must give up our roles,

And we all need a fresh start.