I have always race through life
Hoping to catch up with time
But its always one step ahead
We never seemed to rhyme
If I was fast, it was faster
If I was slower, it was slow
Swiftly, spring would turn to summer
And winter filled with snow
Erxasperated, I stood still
Intent on allowing it to flee
But while I thought I was catching it
It was catching up with me.
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