When I was a kid
I used to think
The kind of man
I would grow up to be
An artist, a musician
A footballer or a lawyer
A banker, maybe an accountant
A writer but not a politician
Thoughts floating in the sky
My dreams running wide
I could not catch up with time
Helplessly, I watch her die
Days became weeks
Weeks became months
Months became years
Until I lost track of time
I never thought
Life would turn out this way
A grown man living in the past
Is all the future could fortify
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