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Be wary where you walk my friend that trail is long and dark
while skipping into yesteryear you cheerfully debark
without a thought for all the dread occurrences inside your head
and all the things you locked away that happened way back when
you sit alone and very still remembering just what a thrill
it was to be so young and strong while living life back then

Trapped in your thoughts of bygone days, your traumas are a muddled haze

their memory all to soon will raise into the conscious mind
you focus on your desperate needs reliving long forgotten deeds
but never looking all that close for fear of what you find

But alas my dear, the past is past and recollections fade
they lie there trapped in photographs in albums that we've made
and so instead you turn your eye, the future's what you now espy
when will you laugh, when will you cry? You plan the days until you die
but the future lies unwritten till the present is the past
then what's waiting on the morrow's dawn will be revealed at last

so may I be so bold to say that we should focus on today
and we should strive and run and play, cause life can be so grand
When you are living in the moment that is currently at hand
and so I shall turn the music on to wake you from your trance
and plead as Lewis Carol did oh won't you join the dance?

soon the jukebox plays a lurid song, two bodies move in time
if just to push the hours along, we're dancing to some rhyme
we sway and pivot to the beat, impassioned by the night
our movements melting in the heat, no shame, no thought, no fright

so stay my love and and dance awhile, and jump and twist and dive
discover just how good it feels to know that you're alive
don't put off till tomorrow, heed the calling of the drums
for how will we do tomorrow on the day it never comes

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