Time plods on.
The stuff of dreams wears thin,
so I put the stitches in,
and I smile and I am brave.
Pulled each way
I feel my own mortality.
There's less time than there used to be.
Why do I hesitate?
I do not know, I only wait.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
Time plods on.
The stuff of dreams wears thin,
so I put the stitches in,
and I smile and I am brave.
Pulled each way
I feel my own mortality.
There's less time than there used to be.
Why do I hesitate?
I do not know, I only wait.
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