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Beyond the mast
Maybe I've learned things from the past
Like how it is not much will last
Funny how times keep moving fast
Beyond futures hung from a mast
Sometimes I stare up at the moon
And watch the stars move through the room
They show tomorrow's coming soon
Just like a moth from the cocoon
In-between are many lines crossed
So many promises been tossed
And roads of gold falsely embossed
Now lead us to all that's been lost
Old faces flash before the eyes
Escaped from paintings in disguise
They're gone before we realize
That history can hide all lies
So quick memories disappear
To never be found far or near
Yet there are echoes we may hear
Which tell us there's nothing to fear
And all that we have ever learned
Has come from what we thought we've earned
Though speeding days are of concern
We must make the most of life's turn
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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