Night by night the moon rises to my awakening,
too much time has passed away
Regret flows over me in the fluid motion of shadows,
returning unsung wishes that had long since dissipated
like fairy dust in the wind
I give you this young ones;
Embrace the courage that lies beneath your cold feet
Later is a vacant space
swallowing the possibilities of now
and never is most definitely to late
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