The clocks runs out .
And it should aloud .
That the time is gone
Buy I'm not yet home

It's truth that .

The shadows of past
Forever last .
It's creepy foot prints
Bring me to my knees .

It's giant shadows
Hiding in the meadows
Of my mind
Keeps on  hurting me
From behind .

Those thinks no more sound sweed .
In my garden they are like weeds
Yet the shadows of past
Forever last



©Aditya Hr.