I like when you say
You do love me and care
But bygones are bygones
That's what life will say
When I am gone
When my memories fade
When you move on
That's how we are made
You are running after the stars
I wonder how do you say
You care
When you have no time to spare
Smitten with desires and craves
We do forget
We have become slaves
Of this life and don't care
We don't treasure
Someone who is there
To conquer is the only crave
When we are young and naive
At Evening of Life
When we begin to talk like a sage
When the Autumn of Life
Stops us from the race
We look back
And appraise
Try to bring back the time
Wish to live the golden age once again
Now hear me out when I say
Think of me before its too late
The time will not come back again
And its not hearsay
Though you may say
I should have faith in you and be strong
You are led by phantasmagoria
It will end one day
My only advice
Try to surface
Before its too late
Before my residue fades
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