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passage of time
the ideals of my youth seemed so right at the time
seemed so right to stand up and fight
it seemed the
right passage to take
but.... the flames that once rose high
are now just sodden
ashes of time
travelling down the path of time
forward stepping to a new way
every time
rebirthing a stagnant mind
giving an exit to the loop
as the hour glass sands
slowly dropped
and time is drifting further away from these days
only memories
can relive these time stolen
days
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Markus Jay
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