In the latter levels of my entire lifestyle, the tires of your energy turn just a bit quicker now. As periods come and go, I have seen so many things that I could have done a little in a different way. And, yet through all the decades where I have known euphoria, joy and jubilation there always seem to be minutes of distress, hopelessness, struggling and woe. From caviar to modest pie, from the classy to the outrageous the tires of your energy went by.
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Now, as I sit in my easy seat remembering perhaps I too was distracted by the world's minutes for I really did not observe how the decades combined by. When we are younger too many don't see the passing into adulthood. Many a moment little did we know that the way would fold and we so often rejected to see when our youngsters would end.
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Many errors were created along the way and for some, there will always be a price to pay. The lost hours of lost days sometimes it seems if we had thrown away what little time we have. Life's too short for in a flashing of an eye the tires of your energy have marched on by. When I was younger I had all the solutions. So certain I was in the choices I created. But, into unknown rich waters, I created my way.
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In the still of the night and all through the decades the likes I had brought me to crying. I will always remember those smooth sweetie mouth. Your wine beverages of fans soothing the first hug. Those minutes of euphoria were short lived at best for the tires of your energy kept traveling by. But, all through my entire lifestyle where there were minutes of great levels to soon I hit the floor. I confess I remaining some debris around. I couldn't know some can be found would harm. The splitting of minds and hearts in the game that's performed is stopped for representation now as the tires of your energy went by.
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And, now that I am old and grayish the haunting remembrances are here to stay. The many lifestyles I have moved far too many I have gone behind. The many kinds of music of desire I have sung. Lovely repent and wish have run dry for the tires of your energy have traveled by. As the sun is establishing on my decades I must confess I was a minstrel soon enough who could not see the tires of your energy fly by.
