Why

Why do you cry

Over the milk

That you yourself spilled


Why

do you even try

to turn back time

It is out of line


Oh my

Look at the mess

that you have made

Look at the time

you have betrayed

Start all over

But I am afraid

It is too late


Where

Where goes the dream

that stirred you up

from your little sleep


Tell me

if it is still there

Or is it washed away

by the stream of time

that keeps flowing
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