New wrinkles around
my eyes
Still waiting for the
things
I never got a chance
to see
Hands worn from
manual labor
Instead of building
me
Up to all that I
aspired to be
Feet sore with
walking
The same old path
Day after day
Following behind
everyone else
Forgetting to pave my
own way
While the clock still
ticks
Calendar pages flip
My dreams break free
From my long lasting
grip
In my mind
I can travel back in
time
Speak to the inner
child in me
But reality can’t be
rewind
So will I ever find
Fulfillment?
…Tick Tock …
I’ll have to wait and see…
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 1:18 AM UTC
New wrinkles around
my eyes
Still waiting for the
things
I never got a chance
to see
Hands worn from
manual labor
Instead of building
me
Up to all that I
aspired to be
Feet sore with
walking
The same old path
Day after day
Following behind
everyone else
Forgetting to pave my
own way
While the clock still
ticks
Calendar pages flip
My dreams break free
From my long lasting
grip
In my mind
I can travel back in
time
Speak to the inner
child in me
But reality can’t be
rewind
So will I ever find
Fulfillment?
…Tick Tock …
I’ll have to wait and see…
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