To myself ten years ago,
The years, yes they change, and yes they show
The frailer side of life, the question.
Now daylight lasts longer than ambition
And all your surety isn't sure.
The answers sometimes only blur
What should be right and wrong
And the categories to which we belong.
It is good we don't see past today
Because we would never find a way
To conquer our fear.
Life becomes much more clear
When we take small strides
With the King along our side.
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