Oct 2017
I long for the past, but in a blink it's lost
the moments that were, now, the moments that aren't
the here and now slips into yesterdays & yesteryears,
every delicate second no longer in my hands,
passes between my fingers to fall on my soul
yesterday was last year; last year was last decade
I'm old before my time, swallowed in the hourglass of life
the moments that were, now, the moments that aren't
the here and now slips into yesterdays & yesteryears,
every delicate second no longer in my hands,
passes between my fingers to fall on my soul
yesterday was last year; last year was last decade
I'm old before my time, swallowed in the hourglass of life
Most people who are 22 spend their life looking to the future and what life has in store for them. But I feel like I've already seen and lived too much, so I dwell on the past.
(28/M/Washington State)
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