That night we were all so vital
Celebrating our new career...
I changed my job three times again,
To awake, retired and elderly here.
I think time stalks our innocent youth
With a hungry, carnivorous eye...
The moment we let our guard down,
We're finished, and can't question why.
I spent my days out running the clock,
Changing towns, my life and my look...
Finding while composing the prologue,
I lived the final page in my book.
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