Tires,
They spin faster,
And fast on the ice,
Never seeming to stop.
Your life,
Flashed right before your eyes,
Faster then the tires on the ice.
You have grown older,
Have made something of yourself,
But the ice never changed,
But the tired got off the ice.
Then the ice melted away,
Like your life slowly does,
Day after day.
It slowly happens,
But seems so quick.
Your tires soon unstick.
You life flashes,
Time to say goodbye,
Goodbye you,
Goodbye tires,
Goodbye ice.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Tires,
They spin faster,
And fast on the ice,
Never seeming to stop.
Your life,
Flashed right before your eyes,
Faster then the tires on the ice.
You have grown older,
Have made something of yourself,
But the ice never changed,
But the tired got off the ice.
Then the ice melted away,
Like your life slowly does,
Day after day.
It slowly happens,
But seems so quick.
Your tires soon unstick.
You life flashes,
Time to say goodbye,
Goodbye you,
Goodbye tires,
Goodbye ice.
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