A dream in reality where a past never left
I rush to confirm my thought accurate
Running down a suburban side walk
With a leap I fail to jump a pitfall
Dark and deep with preciousness from past life
I land on my feet to retrieve this importance
The task of climbing up seems an impossibility
Rare hand holds and this burden upon my back
With strength I pull myself out of despair
I return the loot to my past self
Overjoyed I was but still eager to learn
Walking with my past self, I teach of suffering
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