Times of perchances gone stance,
I was once caught up in the dance.
Passing glimpses of moments shared;
Hours and days changing, how can I not be scared?
Dulling the pain with silence,
Get the kids out, the t.v.'s got too much violence.
Trying new conformities in this ample situation,
There must be a way to get from this station.
Support my weak knees;
Pale whisperings carried through the eastern breeze,
And old tales that we tell our kin,
This was a game I was never meant to win...
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