If the line not to cross is already behind me,
Then which way shall I turn my back?
“Continue and do not look back”
I shall cliché till the end of my days
If that will pardon my ways.
"Merit the triumphs,
Those of which you are proud,
Never be afraid to stand out from the crowd."
But that has already been said,
Can I believe what is not from your head?
If I were to read you all the books had been read
And until forever were to sit by your bed,
You would not be a person.
You could not be real.
You would not feel
The pain
From yesterday’s rain
Nor the gain from tomorrow’s sun.
What’s done is done
And that has certainly been said.
