On the winds of time I tried to flee,

into the past time did recede.

I thought of what my actions cost.

I looked in the mirror and I thought not,

of who I was but of whom I shall become,

for I cannot undo what's already been done.

I can, however, change my behavior,

fitting me and my endeavors,

and hopefully falling in the favor,

of those around me and the ones I love.

The time has come to reconstruct.

The End

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