It draws nearer
the threat looming over me
I can't stop it
It never stops chasing me
It comes with regret and choices,
consequences and feelings.
It grows shorter
but always comes
You can't stop it.
No one can.
The only relief you can get from it, is finally death
The flowers age, building crumble from under its weight, rocks erode, skin wrinkles.
And old memories fade.
The future comes.
And time passes.
It's never ending and always comes.
Your time shortens and it ends.
Your future will bring you joy.
Your future will bring you pain.
But it is YOURS.
Do what you will with it.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
It draws nearer
the threat looming over me
I can't stop it
It never stops chasing me
It comes with regret and choices,
consequences and feelings.
It grows shorter
but always comes
You can't stop it.
No one can.
The only relief you can get from it, is finally death
The flowers age, building crumble from under its weight, rocks erode, skin wrinkles.
And old memories fade.
The future comes.
And time passes.
It's never ending and always comes.
Your time shortens and it ends.
Your future will bring you joy.
Your future will bring you pain.
But it is YOURS.
Do what you will with it.
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