Yesterday was today, which was tomorrow,
Willows bend down to express their sorrow,
Time becomes a riddle,
When it doesn't go by any diferrent.
Hours seem like days,
And minutes like hours,
And even our own logic betrays,
And the act of sincerity sours.
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Change seems to happen everywhere all the time.
And simple routines you go through become a crime.
How do we stand it all?
How do we look in the mirror and not see the face,
Of who we are now,
Who we once were,
We come to a point where we wonder,
How did life become such a blur?
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And we go about our routine day by day,
And at the end, staring at the ceiling we lay,
Wondering what's next.
How long, how short?
We close our eyes,
But sleep comes not to us,
Remembering our past forgotten lies,
And we decide newfound hope is a must.
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And we rise to become the people anew,
And our cries are replaced with a mission so true,
Half over half left,
We act now,
Don't look back, but forward,
It won't take too long,
And keep moving forward, then we're cured,
How could 40 years almost be gone?
