A wander lonely in my thoughts like a lost child
Staring intently at the horizon and waiting impatiently for the future to arrive
Suddenly, the future is here but, it’s not as rosy as it seemed
Where has time gone? I’d like a reversal
Gone are the rose-tinted glasses replaced with disillusionment
The once supple and flawless skin is beginning to tell it’s own story
The tiny limbs, blank minds having no choice but to grow as their burdens increase
But the world remains the same as it was yesterday
I’m the only one who has changed
Time, really is a perverse thing
Be it your lowest or your peak, it can be trusted to bring about a reversal
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