Time Space Conundrum

Memories of the misunderstood past,
way too many and way too vast;

Figments of our imagination,
broken in parts only for realization;

Here we are, not watching us grow old together,
sans knowing the reason for our cold shoulder;

All the time we took to assimilate,
too little for us to inculcate;

Time and space good enough,
only for us to get even more tough.

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