The world may see but never view
It might take the time to care but always lose
It shoves away waking days with blinding dusk
Waiting for time to be bled dry
The waiting carry on, looking for change in those who wish awat the days of ceaseless time
Breath slowly stolen, time second by second flees
We wait for an ending day, for time to fly, and never realize how much we waste.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
The world may see but never view
It might take the time to care but always lose
It shoves away waking days with blinding dusk
Waiting for time to be bled dry
The waiting carry on, looking for change in those who wish awat the days of ceaseless time
Breath slowly stolen, time second by second flees
We wait for an ending day, for time to fly, and never realize how much we waste.