I always wonder why time
races to the tape.
My emotions look for
a way of escape.
My time edges closer
as I murmer and sigh,
with thoughts in my head
I remember goodbye.
Constantly consider
in a day-dream bed
I move closer along
the path of life...
dream of a lovely baby,
born of a beautiful wife
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