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Seeing the year come to an end I’m coming to see a slight bend Not just in the way I talk But also in the way I walk They say your actions speak louder Than your words—they fade to powder You can say all you want, whenever But it won’t remain for-ever I’ve come to view the final conclusion That the recent past has been a delusion I know what I must do to change Looking across the vast range It’s time to take into consideration The aftermath of mass obliteration Building a new strategy, gradually Even if I have to do so manually Twenty fourteen has come and passed I just knew it wouldn't last Twas once so shiny and glimmering Now my thought sessions are differing I have now become older and wiser Or at least obtained an equalizer My time on earth is simply amazing And I shall continue on with my gazing Whether change truly occurs Solemnly relies on what transfers Tis my choice to what comes of it And if I decide to just forget… All of the bad All of the sad All of the blue All of the boo Perhaps I will change for the better… -David Rombouts-
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
New Year, New Potential
Seeing the year come to an end I’m coming to see a slight bend Not just in the way I talk But also in the way I walk They say your actions speak louder Than your words—they fade to powder You can say all you want, whenever But it won’t remain for-ever I’ve come to view the final conclusion That the recent past has been a delusion I know what I must do to change Looking across the vast range It’s time to take into consideration The aftermath of mass obliteration Building a new strategy, gradually Even if I have to do so manually Twenty fourteen has come and passed I just knew it wouldn't last Twas once so shiny and glimmering Now my thought sessions are differing I have now become older and wiser Or at least obtained an equalizer My time on earth is simply amazing And I shall continue on with my gazing Whether change truly occurs Solemnly relies on what transfers Tis my choice to what comes of it And if I decide to just forget… All of the bad All of the sad All of the blue All of the boo Perhaps I will change for the better… -David Rombouts-
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
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