Help Lost
Head scrambled, bejangled, and no longer together.
Everlasting you said, but nothing lasts forever.
Letting me think that, was a trick but not clever.
Percentages say you’re the reason of my endeavor.
Laugh as you will its all good.
Our time dwindles at the rate it should.
Still you’d stop the time if you could.
To bad this is real life, or you would.
Copyright © Zach Kindell | Year Posted 2012
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