Oh, how the time moves
like a rushing wave,
I was out of place,
I sorely hated the day.
Oh, how can I prove
anything but black?
I was wishing so hard,
I'd forgotten the facts.
It was so natural to me,
at least with time it would be
stapled into permanence--
I walk in sheer memory.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Oh, how the time moves
like a rushing wave,
I was out of place,
I sorely hated the day.
Oh, how can I prove
anything but black?
I was wishing so hard,
I'd forgotten the facts.
It was so natural to me,
at least with time it would be
stapled into permanence--
I walk in sheer memory.
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