I think it's gone already

Though I know it's only just today


Will sure be over one day

And by then I'll be looking back

Probably re-reading these words

Wondering to myself what I was thinking of

Why the year appeared to be done

Before it had begun

Like time was flowing backward

Like time were flowing backward

Floating crossways through tunnels of air

They say, "the winds of change,

The winds of time"

Do they change everything?

Eventually, I wonder. Perhaps they do

But where do they blow from?

Too many questions

Obviously, from our mouths.

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