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IT IS TIME


A thing that I want

Something I rater need

Everything that I see

Is all I already have

It was time to be greedy

And now it is to be content

 

Thank God I found you

Frivolous, yet well able

No matter what they do

You make life so simple

Maybe it’s not yet my season

Because my woes aren’t ceasing

 

Do you really think it’s time,

To be satisfied with what achieved?

Isn’t it better to do more,

Than chewing the tuber raw?

See yesterday dying

Tomorrow welcomes you by crying

 

Nothing shall ever be free

Even the fig tree

Begs for water but for a fee

It’s no time to be greedy

Doesn’t mean don’t be ready

But you too deserve a lifestyle

It’s either now or later

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