The day before yesterday, similar to today
But nowhere near the same
As every second passes
History is made
Time is such a miserable thing
Sometimes it goes by in a flash
Sometimes it doesn't
But when we get there we wish we could go back
Imagine the dysfunction
Imagine the freedom
Imagine the chaos
Picture the satisfaction
Not having to be anywhere at any time
The world would collapse
Maybe that's why we're here? To live our lives
Not to destroy them by something we can’t see
Or is that just a lack of faith in me?
In something destined to strive
Don't shepherd the sheep
Its time, this is your life
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