It’s just a memory

My youth and I do not

Really enjoy your plight

My resonance entails

The bliss that lifts

And sails on a warm afternoon

I’m not sure exactly why you’re so out of tune

These days

But it must be from what’s become

So lost as your voice

I will be here

Once you find yourself again

Don’t lose hope

And remember the fun

Is in the journey.

Good luck.


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