And yet, it's gone so fast,
The wait for tomorrow is torturous,
I've lost grasp of the past,
I cry for each moment for it is gone,
One step closer to death,
But first I must endure this loneliness,
That promises respite I never get,
Amidst this all are those that mill around,
Winning and losing, too,
Ecstatic faces that will learn time's wrath,
Then turn dark shades of blue.
It's not all bad,
It's not all good, either,
There is no difference between two moments,
We make them so to create a future.
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