When did it happen, my sweetie pea pie?
October winds kept blowing you by
Seventeen seasons not stopping to ask -
Relentlessly moving and turning to laugh.
You didn’t beat me, you self-absorbed Fall
Thought you had me? Ha! You’re small
You wouldn’t stop - you wouldn’t chat
to ask who I am and see where I’m at.
Now Winter’s here introducing herself
Giving me wisdom, showing me wealth
You’re not a thief when I’ve control of my mind
I’m happier now
I’ve wasted you, Time.
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