The Future Of My Past

In the future of my past
today is cold and wet.
In a world that goes so fast
I’ll take what I can get;
As my future rushes past
behind my ears feels wet.
It’s all going far too fast’
how much younger can I get?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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