That’s another ten years gone
Ten years done
What happened there
I blinked and it was gone
Nothing happened, nothing done
Gone in a wink
No time to think
Working away
No time to play
No time to speak
Rushing to the end
No time for friends
No time to spend
Tunes transport me back
To the start line, to the track
To the proverbial starting gun
To Baba O’Riley and all the fun
Lost years ,gone forever
Remembering Clevor Trever
Never to be regained
We’re all wasted , again.
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