the years
give
the years
take
I’m docile
now
polished
smooth
I wouldn’t
leave a ripple
if you
dropped me in the ocean
I could be
making waves
but I’m
coasting from here on in
I’ve made my
choices
what is a life
but a series
of choices?
I live
according to my nature
it’s too
late now
for anything
else
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