The Lost Time:

If I were granted one journey back,

Would I erase the stains I packed?

The wounds of choices, dark and deep,

The restless nights that stole my sleep.

So foolish once to think the past

Could disappear or never last.

Yet every shadow trails behind,

A haunting echo through the mind.

I watched my joy dissolve away,

Through reckless thoughts that led astray.

Far from wisdom, far from light,

I fed my soul to endless night.

Like acid poured on iron walls,

Corrosion answered every call.

My heart grew cold, my spirit tired,

Consumed by adolescent fire.

I turned away from truth and grace,

And chased illusions to embrace.

Disobedience became my chain,

Idols dressed themselves as gain.

Yet somewhere through the noise and pride,

A quieter voice still lived inside.

Now I would choose a gentler road:

To treat all people well in code,

To share a smile, extend a hand,

And help the weak and lonely stand.

To love the ones who answer hate,

Before forgiveness comes too late.

To seek for peace instead of war,

And value human hearts far more.

No gambling life on empty pleasure,

No drowning dreams beneath pressure.

I’d guard my worth, respect my name,

And never trade my soul for fame.

Invest in purpose, build with care,

Plant seeds of hope everywhere.

For time once lost may never stay,

Yet lessons rise from yesterday.

And though the past is torn apart,

The future still can heal the heart.

So I move forward, not in fear—

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