The end is coming near,
Just as I fear.
Time never slows down,
The thought of that makes me want to drown.
How shall I part from my loved ones,
If only the future was something I could outrun.
The unknown brings worries upon worries,
Like a winter storm commencing the flurries.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
The end is coming near,
Just as I fear.
Time never slows down,
The thought of that makes me want to drown.
How shall I part from my loved ones,
If only the future was something I could outrun.
The unknown brings worries upon worries,
Like a winter storm commencing the flurries.