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one day
someday
never returning
for time must
eventually
end
midnight fortnight lightyear
rain sand
like most things
will you go after them
Into the wild blue yonder
wherever it may be
when your time comes
will you answer the door
let poor grandfather in
shaking out his boots
letting the snow
fall away
when the tide comes in
will you be ready
when it leaves
you must
decide
answer
or
lie awake at night
contemplating
speculating
calculating
crunching numbers like you do
determining whether or not
you did just what you had to
or just tossed
impulsivity and caution
together to the wind
did you take your chance
or let it steal away
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