sometime I got pretty scared
that I lost my way home
sometime I got pretty sad
that I lost my little happiness
sometime I got too caught up in the scene
that I forgot to look carefully
to feel what was there
and see what was not there
life just too short
that we can never get enough of it
that we always rush through all the stations
and forgot that we left our briefcases
in the last page
and memories just stacked high up
but we forgot to savour it slowly
and all we had now
was a clean envelope
with not love
but money inside
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