No Time
It is far too late to be what
you wished you
would have
been,
There is no need to dream
anymore, all ideals
become
sin.
Life moves at lightening
speed and there is
no time to
distress,
Indeed, if you are not now
who you want to be-
to yourself,
confess
Yorktown Disciple
It is far too late to be what
you wished you
would have
been,
There is no need to dream
anymore, all ideals
become
sin.
Life moves at lightening
speed and there is
no time to
distress,
Indeed, if you are not now
who you want to be-
to yourself,
confess
Yorktown Disciple
# 12020
Quatrain of No Time - 12020 - Yorktown Disciple
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There
is
no
need
to
dream
is
no
need
to
dream