I had this world
Beautiful and pure
Wonders everywhere
Tough to ignore.
Slowly fractures
Impacted the lens
And what was loved
Turned past in tense.
The fractures are mine
Minutes are pure
But sometimes breaks
Are much to endure.
Life is a shuffle
Made into a race
And granted before
Leaves no room to replace.
Always a sacrifice
Regrets fill the air
So much opportunity
Day’s seeming unfair.
Yes, this is mine
With all I blamed too…
I gave away power
Little left to do.
I can only take now
With hours for freeing…
To fix past mistakes
Make today worth seeing.
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