Lost in Time
Years go by, second by second, day by day.
Time lost to the Wind that Once Helped me fly with my flock.
Numbers turning, Hours burning,
Weeks slipping by without the wink of an eye.
Minds restless and emotions high, as I wait for this ink to dry.
Life goes on, so they say, but why does my soul feel this way.
Church bells ringing, people are singing, how I wish my heart would counter this stinging.
Clocks are ticking, Hour-hands clicking, time itself has become so sickening.
Time itself is all about waiting, for the special moments when you want to start dating.
Decades have past, relationships going so fast, I just hope that I’m not the last.
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