sometimes, life moves faster than i can,
and i get left behind.
i become a spectator to my own life,
watching and waiting.
wondering and hoping,
that maybe it will slow down.
But it begins to move faster,
i get left farther behind.
Suddenly, my life is out of my hands.
and into YOURS.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
sometimes, life moves faster than i can,
and i get left behind.
i become a spectator to my own life,
watching and waiting.
wondering and hoping,
that maybe it will slow down.
But it begins to move faster,
i get left farther behind.
Suddenly, my life is out of my hands.
and into YOURS.
