In ways we don’t even recognise.
It says to us.
This happened last time, so it’ll happen again.
Don’t do that, because then this will happen.
You aren’t capable of this, because you weren’t last time.
Don’t. Try. Again.
And as we age, this history becomes our identity.
Every incident adorns us and we become,
Layered with wrinkles of this.
To become aware of your subconscious,
Is the only way.
To the true future.