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May 2020
The hours track my count
They watch me fulfill the clock

All the gong strikes
Fallen upon my bout

How many more rounds
Before I win
Or get knocked out

My energy tracks my strength
How much is left
How much more can I take

The calendar tracks my days
It watches me waste
All the years fly
Faster than the blue
In the sky
Paints

And as time cries
Her goodbyes
Memories fade and die
Eventually we all
Get x's in our eyes

All we can do
Is enjoy the ride
Kick back
And follow life
God
How much more daze
Do I got
How many more suns
Will my shoes
Travel on

As my destiny counts my fate
I grow into an old age
And my youth counts my aches
How many more pains
Could a man own today

All I can do is pray
Somewhere there is a heaven
Waiting for my face

I'm getting closer
The distance counted my measure

And I'm close to the treasure

But I
Still

Have to get there

No matter how long
                    It takes
JaxSpade
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