Our lives are like an hour glass.
It starts at the top so full and free, with time ahead of you and a future to see.
As time goes on it all starts to fade and the future you see don’t look quite the same,
There’s no going back and no one to blame.
Laying at the bottom with no where to go,
looking back thinking of how much time you’ve blown.
Turn it around and start again, learning from your past
One last chance, Just take a different path.
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- Published: March 8th, 2020 19:38
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