To put forth but not put in front
Give not for what it is but what you want
When you find the spot it moves a lot
So quickly it is that time is lost
Never knowing always showing
Never telling always allowing
leaving so quickly you are falling
staying still one is rotting
Finding not from what once came
but where it was when it began
Life is not a simple game
But it begins and ends all the same
No one knows what's been forgot
Pages are burned on the spot
Find it in your hart to look for what is locked
And when that door opens be careful for what it is not
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