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Life goes around so much

Where something seem important

It becomes the burden of the present

Some do not have

A projection to the future

And others get carried away at the moment

The present must not be allowed

Be the imperfect tense of the future.

Wherever some go

The shadows of yesterday are observed

Gloomy learning that remains

As scars on the skin.

Take the good and burn the mistakes

The ashes as a reminder

That which should not have been

That should not happen again.

Strengths and weaknesses

From a life that escapes

Resist the clink

From the expiration of the clock.

A rhythm, a thought

The torture of why

The antithesis of happiness

From those and others more.

In the possibility of infinite time

There is the possibility of an eternal return

Pretend a banal life

It's waste an eternity

Deciding the actions is to exist

The strength of not purging the past

Go back to do not squander the future

With frivolities and banalities.

Wherever some go

The shadows of yesterday are observed

Gloomy learning that remains

As scars on the skin.

Take the good and burn the mistakes

The ashes as a reminder

That which should not have been

That should not happen again.