Strategy So, while not cutting like a knife, Where did the magic go, out of my life? A sense of awe, a distant memory, and just like that, in a blink, We're here, frail and old, I think. This time, I tried to be better this time, Yet, nothing was meant to last, I am still learning the lessons of the past, Healing myself, skull and bones flag high on the must. What shall I do now, and how to deal with what I heard and saw? ​