I have to get
more serious
I have to begin
to apply myself
there’s no time
like the present
but I am letting
mine slip away
slip sliding
thru songs I grew up with
and beginning
to hear the nostalgia
had it written down
then lost the sheet
couldn’t find
the ink on page
that was time passing;
endlessly cascading;
the visions lovely, sure
and long since forgotten
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