New Times, new era. New friends, new enemies. New ups, new downs. A brand new beginning to survive. A new time to make myself a piece of time. More ambition, less angst. More intelligence, less thought. More me, less you. New life dawns, while another seems to fade into a deep sleep. Only the clock can wake it back. Take me back, like Michael J. Fox. Back to a better time, where life was a simple as hopscotch. The times were a careless nature was a way thru life. No need to worry about jobs or any responsibilities. The simplicities of life flourished well in the past. The tides have turned, and the winds have shifted to the west. A new setting sun upon the horizon. A new moon in the sky bestows the ocean a new aura.
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