Dreams, plans, dripping like paint from a paint brush.
Conversations playing out like a movie set.
The radio setting the scene to the perfect day.
Lessons learned tests forgotten.
Money comes and it goes again like the birds in migration.
Seasons paint the calanders marking the days as they fly by.
Kids grow too fast as time passes and your afraid to blink.
You ask you self when will my life start??
You know I have to include the bad ones with the good ones it's how we grow. So don't be too harsh on this one.
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