Marking Time
It always used to be
that I looked forward
to the coming years...
and alll it seems like I am doing now
is marking time...
marking time...
As the clock marches on
to the beat of its own drum
and my heart now seems to be
strangely out of beat
and it seems that I'm not living...
I am only marking time
Minutes mark the hours
and hours equal days...
Days turn in to weeks...
weeks are adding years
and my soul is shedding tears
for all of my lost time.
It seems that I'm not really living...
I am only Marking Time.
(November 14, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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