You cain't go back
to yesterday's dawn
by adding another verse
to an old song
When time was by my side
we galloped through the years
Now the time shows and slows
and disappears
"Where has time flown ?"
is but an insult to youthful plea
protagonist to the old
and just echoes in me
While love was delegated ,
regulated , copulated . . .
it became sedimentated ,
heated , then pressurized
It became cold marble
entombed in ways
that now are just
memorried
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
You cain't go back
to yesterday's dawn
by adding another verse
to an old song
When time was by my side
we galloped through the years
Now the time shows and slows
and disappears
"Where has time flown ?"
is but an insult to youthful plea
protagonist to the old
and just echoes in me
While love was delegated ,
regulated , copulated . . .
it became sedimentated ,
heated , then pressurized
It became cold marble
entombed in ways
that now are just
memorried
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