Looking back at all the days,
At all the glorious wonders,
I find myself thinking out loud,
At things that took me under,

And at times I'll begin to laugh,
When others can see not the humor,
Of how I did just what I did,
But now it's become a rumor,

My mind it fills with hidden doubt,
Doubts thats often come and go,
Full of mysteries, some unforeseen,
As I unravel within the flow,

Looking back at all the days,
I find this one so Special,
Because I know within my mind,
It's just another reherrsal~*....
 
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