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Promise never to promise me a thing.
Don't offer me hopes or wishes or dreams.
Don't talk of the future as if you have a clue.
I won't believe, and I can't promise you.

The world spins 'round,
and we grow older.
The sun burns hotter,
yet we grow colder.

Nothing's what you think.
Life's never what you expect.
One day you know your lover
and the next you've never met.

Rivers run wild and rapid and free.
Life runs its course with or without me.
My spirit flies on the current of the breeze.
We change everyday with the coloring of the leaves.

Ponder all you want.
You can't predict life.
It squirms in your hands
and pulls like a kite
up into the air,
but against the wind.
Pull too hard on the string,
and you'll simply crash land.

From your very first breath
to the deep, final gasp,
Life is the moments
that you'll never quite grasp:

the memories that escape
the experiences that await
the ever-morphing of character
the tango with fate

a quest for knowledge
the treasure of wisdom
the game of success
and heart wrench of emotion.

Life's about growing,
the give and the take.
It's the change of the seasons,
compassion and hate.

Love quickly fades.
People grow apart.
The only result promised
are the scars on my heart.

Everything that begins
also must end.
You can't fully lose
and won't ever win

Time ticks by
until there's none left.
Though life cannot promise,
it guarantees death.

Life is the chaos of occurrence,
the fleeting chance,
the strive to make you mark
or just enjoy the dance.

Life is treacherous.
Life is strange.
Life is the stinging,
bittersweet remains
of everything
that you had before
replaced with the thrill
of opening a new door.

It teases and plays.
It sprints or it stays.
It mends and it slays.

It's sporadic calm
and harsh growing pains,
an inescapable, consistent,
breath-taking strain.
Life is the storm, the sun, and the rain--
the loss, the impasse, and the gain.

Life is constant and beautiful change.

Description
Promise never to promise me a thing.
Don't offer me hopes or wishes or dreams.
Don't talk of the future as if you have a clue.
I won't believe, and I can't promise you.

The world spins 'round,
and we grow older.
The sun burns hotter,
yet we grow colder.

Nothing's what you think.
Life's never what you expect.
One day you know your lover
and the next you've never met.

Rivers run wild and rapid and free.
Life runs its course with or without me.
My spirit flies on the current of the breeze.
We change everyday with the coloring of the leaves.

Ponder all you want.
You can't predict life.
It squirms in your hands
and pulls like a kite
up into the air,
but against the wind.
Pull too hard on the string,
and you'll simply crash land.

From your very first breath
to the deep, final gasp,
Life is the moments
that you'll never quite grasp:

the memories that escape
the experiences that await
the ever-morphing of character
the tango with fate

a quest for knowledge
the treasure of wisdom
the game of success
and heart wrench of emotion.

Life's about growing,
the give and the take.
It's the change of the seasons,
compassion and hate.

Love quickly fades.
People grow apart.
The only result promised
are the scars on my heart.

Everything that begins
also must end.
You can't fully lose
and won't ever win

Time ticks by
until there's none left.
Though life cannot promise,
it guarantees death.

Life is the chaos of occurrence,
the fleeting chance,
the strive to make you mark
or just enjoy the dance.

Life is treacherous.
Life is strange.
Life is the stinging,
bittersweet remains
of everything
that you had before
replaced with the thrill
of opening a new door.

It teases and plays.
It sprints or it stays.
It mends and it slays.

It's sporadic calm
and harsh growing pains,
an inescapable, consistent,
breath-taking strain.
Life is the storm, the sun, and the rain--
the loss, the impasse, and the gain.

Life is constant and beautiful change.