Sometimes
sometimes, i have no clue what i'm doing
i look at the clock and just stare
sometimes, i feel a sense of security doesn't exists
and other times that sense is there
sometimes, my eyes talk before my voice is exposed
so i sit back and just litsen
soemtimes, my today is tomorrow
so i take my time to live
Copyright © Gladys Ingram | Year Posted 2009
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