I woke the other day, And saw my world has changed.
The past is over but tomorrow's wishful thinking.
I can't hold onto what's been done, I can't grab onto what's to come
And I'm just wishing I could stop, but.
Life goes on, Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page
Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries
Memories are bittersweet, The good times we can't repeat.
Those days are gone and we can never get them back
Now we must move ahead. Despite our fear and dread.
We're all just wishing we could stop, but
Life goes on, Come of age, Can't hold on, Turn the page.
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- Julieta.
- I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.
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