Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Like a bomb set to
detonate
The clock is ticking
fast,
Like watching a flower
seed to bloom,
And knowing it can’t
last.
It’s a glimpse towards
the future,
and accepting the
change as fact,
It’s what you know you’ll
look back on,
And claim was all too
fast.
It seems time sets to
engulf us all,
And change what’s left
behind,
It blurs the edges of
what once was,
so you just can’t
bring to mind…
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