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Flight (of Time )
April glides smoothly
Going by so fast
How swiftly days move along
Time really flies
A second passes
In the blink of an eye
I wonder how far
I would go or would have gone
If I raced with time in its turning
If I made each second each minute
And each hour
That passed me by count
Perhaps all my days would have been full
There would be no time to feel empty
Maybe I would be somewhere else
Not where I am now
At this moment in my life
I've wasted time in the past
Not fully using it when I had it
In my posession
I let it slip from my fingers
Like loose grains of sand
Falling back into the sea
Going by so fast
How swiftly days move along
Time really flies
A second passes
In the blink of an eye
I wonder how far
I would go or would have gone
If I raced with time in its turning
If I made each second each minute
And each hour
That passed me by count
Perhaps all my days would have been full
There would be no time to feel empty
Maybe I would be somewhere else
Not where I am now
At this moment in my life
I've wasted time in the past
Not fully using it when I had it
In my posession
I let it slip from my fingers
Like loose grains of sand
Falling back into the sea
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