There was a time
when what was mine
was in another's possession.
Without a doubt
I'd soon find out
the meaning of obsession.
Till you came in,
grinning your grin,
declaring without hesitation:
"What's past is done,
the future will come,
so the present's your whole situation."
So I let it be,
called it "set free,"
and lived my life as if it were song.
Till death did i live,
not once did I give
regret to what had come and gone.
The moral is clear:
do not fret do not fear
every moment of life is sacred.
You may run and hide,
but soon you'll abide
With the others whose lives have been taken.
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