things were good, for a time
for their time, for my good
but the time for good things is no more
and the things of good times are begone.

things were good, for a time
when i wouldn't say "i'm sorry"
not for others, not for me
when i thought there was no need for worry.

things were good, for a time
when "once upon a time" was the present
and the "faraway lands" were right here
things were good, at that time
but they seemed like... just "now".

things were good, for a time
and i knew that things were good
and i always wanted more
and i knew i was a fool
and i knew it couldn't last
and i knew that things were good
things were good, for a time
and the only thing better for that time
better than perfect was just "good enough"

things were good, for a time
for my good, in my time
but my good was just my good
that would not adjust to anyone's time

things were good, for a time
for that time, for those goods
and the good that i judged
was the good of those times
but the times had to change
and the goods, well
had to spoil.


Thank you raincomplex for the excellent title and mental imagery. It's supposed to have some sort of rhythm. But as it happens, I couldn't find no good rhyme, reason or style. I guess everything looks like its owner.


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