Twenty times five is the age I feel
sometimes when I am tired,
when I'm reflecting on the past
and I can't believe it
That I have pulled through,
and how time can mess with you,
can give you the worst of everything
and take it all right back
And here I am
for a minute stuck in that time
subtracting years off my life,
reflecting on a lie
And time doesn't let you forget,
it can reach back just to show you,
to remind you that it owns you
It savors its control
And time yields all its pain
because it is the truth
And all good things come in due time...
MM 1994
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