I welcome it as it fills me to the brim
But it somehow manages to escape
Again, I slowly let it in
But it quickly dissipates.
The line is long and our time is short
It moves clockwise as it makes its return
Loud thuds echo as fists hit chests
After others finish their turn
You are not selfish,
Neither are you unkind
The fault is not yours
If others get left behind.
Hands count down to zero
One by one they go
'Til you're left on your own
As they all lose control.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
I welcome it as it fills me to the brim
But it somehow manages to escape
Again, I slowly let it in
But it quickly dissipates.
The line is long and our time is short
It moves clockwise as it makes its return
Loud thuds echo as fists hit chests
After others finish their turn
You are not selfish,
Neither are you unkind
The fault is not yours
If others get left behind.
Hands count down to zero
One by one they go
'Til you're left on your own
As they all lose control.
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