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You appear stage left all searching for you plan of life. Youth of course on your side as they play the drum and fife. Try to get you marching to the worn out song they preach. About how things you hope for are so very out of reach. Can't they even remember when they had hope (and dreams). Adolescence fled the Adolescents sang while you, you had no chance. Then before you even knew your wife she got in line to be your first romance. In the sunset of your best years you piled on the debt. You think this really can't be happening here not here not now not yet. You're gonna regret this it's your big fall. Well okay life's not what it used to be. We're trying to become something that maybe wasn't meant to be. We're now so totally up for grabs I hope someone's left to see. Will the end justify the means? Well it beats the heck out of me. In the next round what will be be? From Letras Mania