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Hmh! Another b-day coming up.... Blue funk material....

I don't want to celebrate
The simple flow of time
It happens just by fate
As upwards we climb

Time should apologise
The path is getting steep
It's sad to realise
The pace is hard to keep.

Now there's more behind
Than what is up ahead
The past lives in the mind
In all that's left unsaid.

The present becomes past
All in a blurry flash
It all happens too fast
And yet ahead we dash.

I choose to live the present
It's what I finally know
Keep only what is pleasant
And let all else flow.