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Time

Time is so precious
It escapes me
This ball turns fast
The Star sinks low
Only to meet me again
In the morning glow

Its fire has burned me
My wrinkles will show
Each week gets quicker
Each day is so slow
How alone I feel in something so vast
And how I fear a life so fast

My health has gotten worse
Not like I was young
Each day seems a beating
Devil is laughing and God he has stung
Old man you are yearning
Poison drips from my tongue

Like a bug in a whirlpool
Faster as he falls
Wish there was a place for me
That is peaceful and cool
Itís all just fantastic and death he just calls
Wish I could go back and redo this you see
But thatís not an option nor ever will be
vampirlust
Written by vampirlust
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Just one of those quite mornings over coffee and meditation realizing the shortness of life. Victor Frankl in his book, "Mans search for meaning" said, That as a concentration camp inmate, "The days...
Just one of those quite mornings over coffee and meditation realizing the shortness of life. Victor Frankl in his book, "Mans search for meaning" said, That as a concentration camp inmate, "The days seemed like a week and the weeks were like a day" I have found that to be so true in my life, although I am now an inmate of society and my own prison. Were does all our time go we ask.
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