Dreams construe at night
I pine not for the past
Present starts with dawn
It lights up my future and past
Burnt out candles I don’t count
These can’t blaze up my path
Day dreaming is self-fooling
On the bank and shoal of time I act
Time hides locked up treasures
The present holds its key
Bald headed villain with forelock
I won’t allow you to flee
I write my own fortune
With the present I am in tune
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