I was thinking about the past and how there were never any problems and then I started to think about the future and then all the problems that there could be. Then I felt like I haven't really been me.
I'm looking through a window,
through all of time,
I see my wife as a widow,
through someone elses crime.
Then I see myself as a child,
my family in a pool in Gabon,
it seems like our temperment in mild,
the arguments haven't begun.
It's weird how it can change,
just like that,
but now its all turned strange,
and I miss the old matt.
The light is never there anymore,
the light I always used to have,
and now I don't have it,
I feel poor.
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