the last night of the last day of the last week of the long months
of our drawn out demise
chalking it up to luck
our reverie of deliberacy
hard work married with the opportunities we grabbed
hours of cautious intention, designs school of rock
learning to read, and premeditated creation
that exist within afternoons of debauchary
within fear
that we can't go this road alone
wanting to talk, set the wheels in motion
it's the romantic notion of things that were
i believe it was grand, a time or two
images and memories
the power of unity, the number three, but let's not forget
the ones that nursed,
the nurse can never be the scientist
the scientist' assistance must provide support
great things can get created but
perhaps the luck was that we found each other
relationships built on idealisms of what would come
did come our way
and in reality the road can be built slow with a stone
let's not forget how it happened
and learn to translate these warriors of our days past
into the metaphors of today
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