The clock never stop ticking
Over the time with the same rhyme
Sometimes I am thinking
Being here do I waste my time
Life granted me so much
Too much that it's hard to taste
I'm so full as such
I can't even move and race
The world moves
The earth rotates
I am in a groove
Everything pulls me like magnets
I am stuck
Nowhere to run
Without any luck
I am just an empty gun
I dance with the moon
For too long I forget the time
Shall I leave this ball soon
Else the cart will leave me just in time
I shall make a move I shall make a step
To the stars above to the glory after the bend
I will climb to the height I will dive to the depth
The shine and the light will be mine in the end
U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~
Monday, August 20, 2012
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