The Winds

The winds of change are blowin’,

they rage across the land;

the winds of change are blowin’,

as they move time’s own sand.

The future is now coming,

the past’s left far behind;

tomorrow is another day,

I wonder what we’ll find.

the future is unknown to us,

the day and so the hour;

no matter what we think we have

we do not have the power.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

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