#*Have you ever counted hour by the seconds
feeling intensely hungry for life?*
If for once the sun forgets to rise
this night fails to usher in dawn
what my memories tell me are lies
it's today only I was born.
If this day is filled to the brim
in a blissful child's innocence
yesterday is a bad dream
tomorrow makes no sense.
If only this night is a ceaseless flow
never short of word for a rhyme
on her axis the earth spins slow
and the morn is away longtime.
If only I'm allowed to choose
to relive the life whole night
a fantasy is the hangman's noose
calling me by first light.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
#*Have you ever counted hour by the seconds
feeling intensely hungry for life?*
If for once the sun forgets to rise
this night fails to usher in dawn
what my memories tell me are lies
it's today only I was born.
If this day is filled to the brim
in a blissful child's innocence
yesterday is a bad dream
tomorrow makes no sense.
If only this night is a ceaseless flow
never short of word for a rhyme
on her axis the earth spins slow
and the morn is away longtime.
If only I'm allowed to choose
to relive the life whole night
a fantasy is the hangman's noose
calling me by first light.
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