Time
Ticking away is the clock,
which slowly moves on.
No time shall ever pass,
between the realm of life.
Thinking what I have done,
and that I shouldn't have,
It's more about the time I have spent,
to fulfil my wildest dreams.
Thinking back the days I've wasted,
Thinking about it now.
It's time that has wasted,
it's time that begone.
Copyright © Jenny Lu | Year Posted 2010
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