Upon the hill I look with envy,
But wishing in my mind you could see.
As I go back, making memories of memories.
Now behold, for my mind becomes my currency.
Those of you who say minds diminish within time,
Know mine shall not for time is only in your mind.
Time, just an invention of man that will fail.
So go, let you not be burdened, leave the rail.
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