when you first begin your journey
your not sure of who you are
l was foolish in my younger years
life can confuse you
with its winding moments
my memory fade`s and harden
as the years slip away
life is such a earnest labourer
time is such a pretencion neighbour
as l look in the mirror as the lines around my eyes
all those meanings in the moments
now lost like footprints in the sand
l hope to see you again someday
but if l don`t hope l see you in heaven
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