Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold.
They said, there is no hope for you on earth.
Time either still or maybe rushing.
In any case it will always turn on worse.
Time is fleeting.
Time stands still.
It stops for no one and you are trapped within.
But I do dream of the light.
You’re only falling back into the left hand side.
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I wonder what's that mean.
ReplyDeleteSorry,I don't know.Maybe it's a poem.
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