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
What a beautiful season
Yet i wish I knew what was going on
Behind my back
The memories I wish were gone
It happened right in front of me
But my eyes were to blind to see
Was it all a lie
am I free
will I ever be
is the meaning in the trees
will they ever be pleased
as I fall to my knees
does someone hear my screams
when I join everyone leaves
I wish I could just breath
Sometimes I feel like a bottle
Thrown into the ocean
As the water fills me up
I start to drown
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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