One day at a time,
I'll push myself across the finish line.
The day will come when it's done,
And it will feel like the burn of a rising sun.
The ashes of an old cigarette,
The last drops of rain,
Will feel like an old debt,
But there will be lots to gain.
As the world turns to rust,
You feel the lingering lust.
The lust to discover something new,
To watch life from a different view.
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