After the pain, and after the sorrow
all that is left is yesterday's tomorrow.
Left in the present, left on your own,
To hide what's already hidden, and reveal what has been shown.
How interesting it is, that what is familiar is only tacitly reassuring,
repetitiously appearing, yet only denied to be re-approved.
This covers up the pain from all you're eduring,
to familiarize yourself with all that has been moved.
So after the pain,
there is only a realization,
that all is always the same,
It just seems your mind has been on a little vacation. :)