In echoes of the past we dwell, Where shadows of lost moments weave, Yet life awaits in present's spell, A tapestry of dreams to believe. Let not your gaze retreat to yore, Where time once whispered tales long spun. For dawns untold hold so much more, Their own bright tales just now begun. The past is but a painted scene, A memory's transient embrace. Step boldly forth with vision keen, And find your future's boundless space.