The colors changing
On the sky as you watch it
It is telling something
Use your imagination
You will find your way home
Regrets are many
For people who lived
From young to the old
Life wishes many forget
The whirring fan spinning
Hours in a day
Collecting particles
Debts must be paid
The past has gone
It can’t be had any more
It is only the memories
Haunting the nights
Maybe in the days too
Today life has many
Walk with it live with its magic
For when tomorrow comes
Today becomes yesterday
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