the world is spinning
before my eyes
while i just stand here
watching it all move faster and faster
i shall stand here
and close my eyes
and breathe
listening to all the little noises around me
"Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none." William Shakespeare
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
time
time never stops and waits for anyone
it must keep moving
making new days happen even faster
i sometimes just want it all to stop for just a little bit
so i can take a moment and freeze it
i want time to last longer
but no
that cannot happen
it still keeps on going
seconds and minutes faster and faster
and look it is so late now
the sun is going down behind the hillside
pink invades the bright blue sky
turning edges of clouds, bright pink
but then dark blue takes over
no more pink just blue
so dark that the moon doesn't shed too much light
the sun has gone to guard the otherside of the world
show light to those who have seen night
and for me i have the moon in front of me
and little dots of light gathered in groups and configurations
i shall just enjoy the sky a little bit
but then the sun comes back
ever so fast
the sun must get tired going in this everlasting circle
to shed light on everything it touches
time has slipped away from my grasp
letting loose everything i cannot help
but it happens anyways
it must keep moving
making new days happen even faster
i sometimes just want it all to stop for just a little bit
so i can take a moment and freeze it
i want time to last longer
but no
that cannot happen
it still keeps on going
seconds and minutes faster and faster
and look it is so late now
the sun is going down behind the hillside
pink invades the bright blue sky
turning edges of clouds, bright pink
but then dark blue takes over
no more pink just blue
so dark that the moon doesn't shed too much light
the sun has gone to guard the otherside of the world
show light to those who have seen night
and for me i have the moon in front of me
and little dots of light gathered in groups and configurations
i shall just enjoy the sky a little bit
but then the sun comes back
ever so fast
the sun must get tired going in this everlasting circle
to shed light on everything it touches
time has slipped away from my grasp
letting loose everything i cannot help
but it happens anyways
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