We have our allotment,
our bit and our share,
an instant, a moment,
it can seem so unfair.
I'm running and chasing,
I'm trying to subdue,
theres no way to stop it,
it can quickly allude.
It's often just wasted,
or squandered away,
and feel so eternal,
like a long lonely day.
The cost,
you can't buy it,
and it's easily misused,
It's treasured and priceless,
and can never be reused.
No matter,
how badly,
you try and hold on,
you can't even touch it,
then it's suddenly gone.
So just make the best,
and do what you can,
sieze every small moment,
in this very small span.
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
We have our allotment,
our bit and our share,
an instant, a moment,
it can seem so unfair.
I'm running and chasing,
I'm trying to subdue,
theres no way to stop it,
it can quickly allude.
It's often just wasted,
or squandered away,
and feel so eternal,
like a long lonely day.
The cost,
you can't buy it,
and it's easily misused,
It's treasured and priceless,
and can never be reused.
No matter,
how badly,
you try and hold on,
you can't even touch it,
then it's suddenly gone.
So just make the best,
and do what you can,
sieze every small moment,
in this very small span.
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