Time flies
As time moves on I stand still
As the earth spins there continues to be a chore I must fulfill
Wars may rage, and towns may burn
But in my mind time won't return
Time flies
As time moves on I stand still
As the earth spins there continues to be a chore I must fulfill
Wars may rage, and towns may burn
But in my mind time won't return
Sometimes I feel like a bottle
Thrown into the ocean
As the water fills me up
I start to drown
Time to go to School
The work is piling up
The pressure is getting stronger
Now waking up early is so tough
Birthday Party
It is your birthday
All your friends are hanging out
Time to celebrate
Comments
Time is always a funny thing... I often get stuck up on the fact that with each year that passes, that year takes up a smaller percentage of our lives, and therefor feels shorter and shorter to us. But I really feel you in your second line. Time continues to rage on, and there is a neverending list of menial tasks that must be performed before we can move on to the things we love to do. If only it could all slow down, if only for a moment.
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