A reason, maybe too late,
Or perhaps just in time, for theears are now open,
To the great debate,
And in time well past one will look back,
Not to the weeks but hours before,
For the present can't be wasted seeing to much of the past,
Because lessons are not work any more.
And knowledge is limited by the room,
Where the knowledge can be stored.
And though you can be hated years gone by,
Your last minutes can still make you adored.
And it's alright,
You can still screw up in the next moment,
Because there's always a moment that will follow,
The one before becoming insignificant.
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