Gone

January 4, 2018

Your old and lonely and you’re drinking

You’re sitting, sitting, and your thinking

Your vision blurs so you start blinking

Then your mind, drifts to the past

Oh, how you thought those days would would last

But it all moved too fast, too fast

Remember those fears that you used to mock

Remember those dreams that you used to stalk

Back when you could ignore the ticking, ticking clock

But in each life there comes a day

When reality, it comes to play

And you realize tomorrow was yesterday.

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