Music | The Here and After by Jun Miyake
half a century... and as i get older, it appears time moves faster and faster.
some things i feel i know, wisdom of time and such.
i fall in love without knowing if it is true, here i am still a child.
time, time for thought
what i've accomplished, what i haven't and proclivities of desires...
some things appear important and i ask, are they?
wisdom asks the same, so i go on wondering.
often visiting the brain - could have and should have?
left or right, yes or no?
the question becomes tiresome
i need to keep moving, creating, living. no room for fatigue.
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50... reflection, lots of reflection.
it has been good, with some serious rough spots.
i learn, i don't learn, i ignore, i act.
i've all ready helped create my most magnificent gift to the world
and i know i have to let go. she is her own now.
so proud am i, i don't need to give more.
on the way down i know. eyes, muscles, joints feel it.
future, past... future, fear.
it is no different from when the child was a child.
but now i have wisdom
but like the child, can i move forward without looking back?