Wherever i go to my past follows me
And till i draw my last breath in life this is how it will be
The times i love to remember and the times i wish to forget
Memories of people i miss and of those i wish i had never met
Yesterday has gone and life goes on somehow
And the future ahead and we live in the now
May our last day be our hardest as some like to say
Of looking at life this is not a bad way
I am lucky in that i have never known of extreme poverty
So many who are doing it far tougher than me
So many do sleep without shelter at night
Compared to them i am doing all right
The days and weeks go by and life does go on
And the now is all that does matter since the past it has gone.
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