Progression
Progression
Every sunrise brings new changes,
A revolving door of rearranges.
Nothing ever stays the same,
Progression is the name of the game.
Time doesn’t stop or stand in place,
There are always new moments ahead to face.
To try to live in the past,
Is a future that just won’t last.
I struggle to keep up with this pace,
And the hustle and bustle of the human race.
I tend to savor what is already gone,
I replay it over like a classic song.
Yet in the end I have no choice,
I’m just a participant with no voice.
So I must get back in line,
And catch the train of moving time.
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