You run by me like a train-
Bound for the edge,
Of my last day.
My clock betrays
Me in my sleep.
And I have no recourse,
For what has passed me by.
You are relentless
Even in my softest days.
You surround me
But I can hardly grasp you
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
You run by me like a train-
Bound for the edge,
Of my last day.
My clock betrays
Me in my sleep.
And I have no recourse,
For what has passed me by.
You are relentless
Even in my softest days.
You surround me
But I can hardly grasp you
