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Later...
The day just began
And already it's time for bed
I curse Monday morning
Turn my head, it’s Friday night
Week’s shot
Month’s gone
Year’s almost over
Soon 50 or 60 years have passed
And it’s too late to go back
I’m trying to eliminate the afters...
“I'll do it after…”
“I'll say it after…”
“I’ll call her after…”
“I'll think about it after…”
Leaving everything for later
As if ′′ after ′′ is mine.
All the time knowing:
Afterward the coffee is cold
Priorities have changed
The charm has been broken
Kids have moved on
Parents have passed
Promises forgotten
The moment is gone
The day becomes the night
And it's too late…
“Later” passed me by
Leave nothing for later
In waiting
We lose the best moments
Miss the best experiences
Lose touch with friends
Fragment connections with family
The day is today...
The moment is now...
I’ll catch you later
It's A Great Day To Be Alive...