Play Days
Some days I'd say
Life is a breeze
Other days
The breeze blows me
From what I've done
To what I've seen
Days they play
Hard for keeps
When what I hope
To be golden roads
Come paved in tar
For all I know
From borrowed times
To times I've bought
Days they play
Hard to own
Cold and windy
Days of rain
Feeling empty
Pretty much the same
From where I am
To where this began
Days they play
Hard to win
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