I met my past the other day
I asked it please to go away
I took a step
It took one too
I didn't know what I should do
I ran so fast away from it
I thought I’d take a break and sit
You won’t believe what I did find
My past was waiting right behind
Time extends his hand as if to greet
But instead he hurtles me out of my seat
He doesn’t care that I want to stay
I’m thrust behind without a say
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