Chaos

Time

It was a cloudy day.
And i remember watching you,
Getting smaller and smaller in my sight,
Each passing second.

I remember clinging to a plane tree behind me,
Begging it for some strength to stay on my feet.

I remember that I envied Time,
That could pass and pass,
Each passing ticking,
Yet I couldn't pass this long long pavement without you .

I envied the hands of my watch,
That could move on to the next day,
By going round and round,
Going back to their first spot.

Yet I was stuck in my first and last spot:
Your lack.
By going back to our memories,
Round and round.

Memories,
Which should be washed away by Time,
But it's just too busy passing.

Passing all the broken hearted people.

Passing wars and bloodsheds.

Passing injustices and heart clenching mournings.

And time passes.

Leaving all the scars unhealed,

Leaving all the memories painfully fresh,

Leaving all the tears undried,
And it just passes.

As I'm clinging to this plane tree,
I hear my watch ticking.