Times that i'd spent,
in squanderous living,
the momentary pleasures,
that i'd followed through.
A hunter hunting for his hedonist heaven.
To turn the timekeeper on his toes,
to reclaim the ravished ranches of yore...
Ah.. It is not to be..
For Chronos passes by but once,
mercilessly, remorselessly.
It is up to fools like me
to sit and moan once he has past.
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