YET ANOTHER...

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Life was
Just hit and run.

Standing at the twilight zone,
all of a sudden
I became conscious
of the time,

flying out of my hands

60 secs/min
60 mins/hr
24 hrs/day...



tick tick tick tick tick
in step with the hands of the clock...

12 months/year

Comments

Abaniko said…
Just wanna share these beautiful lyrics with you, Aklanta.
6:11 PM
aklanta said…
Great...! thanx
11:56 AM
Soumyadip said…
At twilight,
You stand,
You wait.
Recollect.
Life wasn't so fast then.
60 seconds seemed like 60.
The gray stays or fades away,
Leaving a shine reflecting the midday sun.
A sun long past, but still there,
Within.
12:37 PM
jac said…
Tic tic tic
my black is amost gone.
9:14 PM
Accidental Fame Junkie said…
When time stands still
I see two old men walking up the hill.
Back then life was slow-
Today it's just a big show
Now, when time stands still,
Everything goes downhill.
5:04 PM
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