anything worth remembering.

A lake of stars holding dreams.
My mind wanders to a child like place so serene.
Where innocence is feeding crickets to spiders.
And I as the liar climb each rung higher.
Looking back as the whisper sings on four more years that weren't worth remembering...
But as each day of failure is gone.
To feel the joy of a world that has moved on.

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