As I Look at the face of this watch of mine,
I let myself gaze back through the passage of time,
To my, schooling years, my acquaintances and peers,
To those still here and those that disappeared,

I, think that about these forms of friendship,
Bout those I held tight bout those I let slip,
So as my pen drips, I’m forced to reminisce,
About those old bonds that no longer exist,

I, think about the family I know,
A deep rooted tree that’s evolved to grow,
Through sisters, nieces, aunties, mothers
Uncles, nephews, husbands, brothers,

I think about the love and support,
That my brothers they gave me without a second thought,
From I learnt to walk, to when I hit record,
They were always there just to help me move forward.

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Time pulls us from every yesterday,
These moments were never made to stay,
So they go,
But, we know,
Each, new dawn,
Brings another day, another day, another day
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As I look at the face of this watch of mine,
I let myself think about the present moment in time,
I think about where it is in life that I stand,
And what it is I think that defines who i am,

I think about my path to tertiary education,
And all that frustration to get qualification,
But that's how it is, find something you love,
Then you work on it, work on it, never get enough,

That was me, working on a degree,
With hip hop as a hobby, drinking liters of cafeteria coffee,
Thinking nobody can stop me, cause I’m on the right path,
Head down working hard, putting time into my craft,

So here I am now, split in a two a dichotomy,
Two sides to my mind with the same philosophy,
Only ever work towards what it is you want to be,
And always assess my progress with some honesty.

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As I look at the face of this watch of mine,
I let myself think about the progression of time,
About how it moves on and waits for no man,
No matter what you do, no matter what you stand,

No matter what you've seen, no matter what you know,
No matter where you've been, no matter where you go,
Our lives they all move through an ebb and a flow,
One day we all arrive and one day we’ll all go,

So when the curtains fall in my third and final act,
I just hope that I end up with my spirit intact,
From all the twists and the turns that I’ll face on the track,
The path’s never straight forward there’s no doubt in that,

So I plan for the future, using lessons from the past,
Implement them in the present for the tests that I am passed,
As these moments of my life move like sands through an hourglass,
I just try to cherish them to stop them moving too fast.

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I refuse to greet the sunset,
With a heart weighed down by the pains of regret,
Dwelling on each of those false laid steps,
Or worse yet, the words that I should have said.

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