Why does it feel like we're always running out of time?
Life slips away, as we find,
We don't know,
Where we're going,
Who we are...
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoesiaVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
The Hands on the Clock Lie and Betray
Why does it feel like we're always running out of time?
Life slips away, as we find,
We don't know,
Where we're going,
Who we are...
