Here I am again
Thinking where to begin
Despite the many chances that came
T’is only now that I’m in the game
There is no moment to spare
I must be swift like the hare
At this time I must act
Or lose out-off track
Old habits die hard
But t’is my card
I have three aces on my hand
What are the chances that I have?
My aim is not to simply prevail
But to sort things up and let the new order unveil
Old things may come to pass
Ushering in what the present may make of us.
It is a vicious cycle of no end and no beginning
One has to move on or get caught in its endless windings
Time can only tell
And nobody can ever foretell
Old habits die hard indeed!
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