What thoughts in my head linger
About future or past
What things about the present
That I don't understand
It's just a matter of where and how
The power will ever be
The time it chooses
And the place, at it's please
The whimper of a child
The smile of a lady
The moaning of a man
In his sixties, 'why me?'
The simple pleasures that we take for granted
The circumstances in which they take us
We would love control
But we don't
The life we live
Is not ours – that's what we forgot
What's meant to be will be
For time and day
What's meant to be will be
This feeling I try to understand – everyday
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