Comes A Day

There comes a day we realize
It’s all gone down, there’s nothing left –
There’s little borrowing from time,
And zero theft.

The fields we journey through and on,
Our story many times has seen;
It’s all so new to us, but it’s
What’s always been

But I don’t care – I do not care.
I’ll wander here or anywhere:
The story may be old, but still
It is the story
I will write –

I will

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