Sometimes I can’t help but thinking of the past
I try not to but it rears its head, time and time again
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why life flies by so fast
Drifting out of sight like puddles absorbing the rain
But I’m forgetful.
Sometimes my heart drifts away to scenes not meant to last
Floating on decisions from which I can never refrain.
Maybe a reality
Singing an age old song
Hope I don’t get it wrong
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