When was the start of all this?

When did the cogs of fate began to turn?

Perhaps it's impossible to grasp that answer now

From deep within the flow of time....

But, for a certainty, back then.
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...

Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...