We’re running out of time A reoccurring theme I hope that you don’t mind My existential stream They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks I say hold my beer, let me try it Pull our heads out of the sand This is the process of leaving behind All of the problems living in my own mind Open the door, let the light pour in Clear the room for something new to begin  

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