In the end it went like this.
This is life
Time to try to change it
It is in the past.
In the end it went like this,
life is constant draft,
a “draft”
that we cannot correct.
There are times when
You can do it,
moments when the draft,
it still gives you a chance to get a good grade.
But you see, that’s how it went.
Who are you mad at?
With missed opportunities?
The trains that have passed,
people who ignored you,
the doors closed in the face?
The crisis? The pandemic?
War?
With yourself?
It went like this,
and maybe that’s okay.
Even if I
I would not say.
I too would like
Correct the past …
That’s how it went.
You write that it passes to you,
sings, that passes you.
Even if it never goes away.
That’s how it went.
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