It seems I have been this way before…

Was I dreaming
Did I pass this way
Was I too busy to notice
How could I not see
Where was my mind
What was I thinking
I should have stopped
Should have paid more attention
There is no charge for such beauty
This priceless beauty is free
Yet, I drive by without a look
In too much of a hurry
Time is always rushing me
The clock is pushing me
Time will have to wait a minute
For I have been this way before
I will not pass this time
Time can wait
I am taking in all this beauty
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