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Living in the Past


Looking at you, I finally see It’s never before seemed phony to me. Compared to this chance I’ve been given You skate on a thin sheet of ice Dressed up to appear as a glacier Because as you fight the oncoming tide Your rush to the past, serves to shortens your future Why live with your head in the clouds? Thoughts centered on obscure memories What’s past is gone but you don’t accept The past is far beyond reach Yes what we once had was heaven And life really seemed like gold But don’t forget the future endless possibilities Even a diamond in the rough it might hold The glory days have long since passed The bright action of change has dimmed It seems as though life is now dreary With naught but to relive what has already been The present is weary and uncolored gray Devoid of light and bright possibility But don’t forget that what was once present Is now the alluring past Why live with your head in the clouds? Thoughts centered on obscure memories What’s past is gone but you don’t accept The past is far beyond reach Yes what we once had was heaven And life really seemed like gold But don’t forget the future endless possibilities Even a diamond in the rough it might hold What’s that I see? Now finally glancing ahead There is no definite path to tread But what is, are unending fields That is limited only to imagination Why live with your head in the clouds? Thoughts centered on obscure memories What’s past is gone but you don’t accept The past is so far beyond reach Years from now I look back with wonder How could I have stopped where I was? But that now has no hold over me Not knowing even now, where I go; I stride off through the fog of new adventure.
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