Unconsciously waiting to be done
As our last breath haunts
Why do we refuse to run
When we know exactly what it wantsTime isn't something that lingers
And while we get to another day
We let life slip through our fingers
By turning our heads the other wayDays, weeks, months and years
They all slowly fade away
Time goes by faster than it appears
We are to be unable to make it staySpending this long looking forward
Will eventually makes us blind
To the things we have ignored
And the memories we left behind
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.