I look to the calendar and the date
and I can't believe what's before my eyes
Oh how could it already be so late?
... I guess I really shouldn't be surprised
Each year has three hundred sixty five days
although a few DO have three sixty six
the speed of this time does always amaze
and I fear that there'll never be a fix
I will wake up on January first
After a blink it will be September
all of the times fly, the best and the worst
and somehow it's already December
Yet as the time flies, life does settle in
and for the first time, I feel I might win
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