Chasin' the sun. 
Forgetting all that is done.
I overcome, 
& sit to plan the songs yet to be sung.

Roll the tape. 
See what we all reaped - leaves,fruits and fodder.
Why write? Would she even bother? 

Welcome to the stage -

Where she has batter to bake 
So here I go, putting all I got at stake.

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