Beg every minute
I’ll claw and scratch
Wrap them neatly
Then hand them back
This life paves a trail
It follows close behind
Anywhere I’ve been
An unrelenting pace
To become a dream
Breaking news again
Just to sit and spin
Time’s great disgrace
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Poetic Tagged:
desire,
pursuits of life,
time
Published on March 21, 2015 20:59