I remember how low I was,
and how low I'll be,
if I think about it some more.
I don't remember how high I was,
or how high I can be,
if I could think about it some more.
I have picture of that time,
I don't remember,
but I can see,
that smile I had,
must have been nice.
The days pass me by,
and so do the folks with lives,
full of the things I want,
for me and my life,
but they can't be,
because I'm busy letting things pass by.
Sam Hill
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