My Life
My life is but a wheel
Rolling down a steep hill
Never to slow down
And never to speed up
keeping the pace of time
Sometimes it doesn't even seem
I'm moving it seems
My life is at a holt
Has been brought to a stop
By the path I have chosen
Cracks and bumps fill the road
I roll on my cuts and bruises
leaving me with nothing but scars to show
For the life I've lived
Copyright © Anna Mayall | Year Posted 2009
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