Letting Go
The hands on a clock go round
and round never stopping, never
hearing, never waiting for thing's
left behind
Time is a constant reminder that
thing's are forever changing forever
moving....marching on and on
You cant stay in one place forever, you
can't hold on to time...you see it has no
handles and is meant to pass you by
So I'm letting go of you now all though
it's very hard, I see you have no handles
and your meant to pass me by
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