Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future

Faded memories litter the walls, as anniversaries coincide together with zero regard for one another, the simple beginnings are barely visible and yet the complexity of wrong choice after wrong decision are very prevalent. Isn't that how it always ends up though, in the end anyways? Hastily cultivated 'wonderful' ideas are laid to ground, only to later discover the overlooked Great Wall, which ingenuity says there's a way around even provides a way, but ultimately ending in complete disarray. Then insanity's epitome is born... Torn and broken we dust ourselves off and go right back to the drawing bored, or the supply store, either or, we're back at it wanting more. It's the gifted curse of persistence at it's finest, completely blinded to judgement that could barely be considered lucid, however still finding room for improvement, if only for the piece of mind that our actions are conducive to society's 'of the moment' movement. I know the evident truth. Do you?