the hands of time still ticking,
my heart is still beating.
can you see the wonder beyond the horizon,
can you stop and give me the reason.
every life i come across never too bitter,
yet not all of them seen such better days to remember.
reminiscence is all i got and that is what to it,
to be able to taste the beauty and wonder of life.
make haste my friend not waste,
we live not only for today but not also for yesterday.
we might cry sometime,
there will always be a shoulder to lean against our sorrow over time.
the point of life is to never give into lust,
you stop and think about what you did is wrong or right.
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