The old line has faded away,
It is seldom clearly seen.
The depth of time has made it's way
In subconcious mind, unseen.
The author had tried his best
To keep the present remain.
But the wheel of time sent it past,
Past the border line.
Now time has come the author wakes
And gets his balls rolling.
Take his pen in his mighty hands,
And scribble the new line in.
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