Moving On

Time seems too move and, slide so fast, it's almost like nothing good can last. I see myself getting older each day, I know that the sparkle in my eye cannot stay. I smile at times, but only half, with all this pressure it's getting hard too laugh. I'm aware of things that I've got, and very enlightened to what I have not, I've learned to let go of that witch is gone, and that my friends is called moving on.