Shannon Pugh

I no longer wish to undo the past
The old rusty hinges swing both ways
And I care not of my first nor last 
The slam of the door

I no longer wish to control the future
The space age and software will pass me by
And I'll turn my world in

I no longer hold the present
These days are too heavy to understand
And I care not where they go

I am no longer a victim of time
I know not of it
And It knows not of me,
Yet, the tic-toc closes in.

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