As the lights roll by,
We Move away,
From each other,
and from ourselves,
our friends become a part,
of that little sorted past,
out lies become our realities,
and dreams become a tale,
as we roll by,
with tides going by,
with wind passing through,
our hair and brow,
we change a lot,
from a dot to a blot,
we don’t know what changes us,
all we know is that life calls it time.
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