Ephemeral Happiness

Why can't I think of my past without crying;

it makes me wonder if my youth is over and done. 

I can't realize the good times but I'm trying;

I'll never stop following the setting sun.

 

I smile and no one can tell I'm lying;

always looking to leave when I should be having fun.

I can't remember yesterday I must by dying;

I hope the memories come back when I meet Kingdom Come.






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