Time starts clocking by,
Like an infinite life promised,
Slowly loosing grip on its reality.
I've counted down the days,
Some go faster then others.
I'll live for expectance,
To expect fate, or my destiny.
As it wipes away my tears,
Nothing will remain.
Is this all still natural,
Or have I gone insane?
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Time starts clocking by,
Like an infinite life promised,
Slowly loosing grip on its reality.
I've counted down the days,
Some go faster then others.
I'll live for expectance,
To expect fate, or my destiny.
As it wipes away my tears,
Nothing will remain.
Is this all still natural,
Or have I gone insane?
Time is a virtue, life comes and goes by, you never know when your time might just come
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