A Favor?
Time is difficult to figure out.
We don't know where it starts, or where it ends,
When it's real,
And when it pretends.
We don't realize that we want time to move,
But they are all minutes we can't get back.
Once we realize this, life is too long.
Now it is youth that they lack.
So please, do me a favor.
Move the world under my feet,
So that I may be with him.
I know that then I can live my life in peace.
Copyright © Josey Portas | Year Posted 2006
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