How time changes...

The past can kiss my azz on its way back to the facts that it's forgotten of as I am still intact... I am one man who stands with empty hands holdin on to thin air sayin damn damn damn... Moving forward without the mornings I once enjoyed as I to feel like I've been reborn on record... Not jus fillin the airways with words that slur n have no worth without actions that teach what is for one to learn... Changin in times window in which life lines up direction seen by sights design... Different in ways the frame of mind neva allows the fade to stand as brave the way it leaves the same way it has came...