Somedays I feel like I've fallen, I'm falling
I've missed all the signs, or I'm missing a calling
Time spent and wasted in so many ways
Days lost and years lost, I'm slipping away
Whenever the time's right, the stars are aligned
Losing the moment is how I'm defined
Just once at last give the moment to me
I ask not to find such, no more will I plea
For meaning in nothing is futile to covet
The earth in its orbit, the heavens above it
Yet hollow in spirit, enormous in mass
There hasto be something I've passed
Four lines and two rhymes, my life in a verse
Sometimes it's better and sometimes it's worse
Missing what's lost and forgetting to see
All the things I'm becomming, I'm trying to be
posted by panda6 at 9:31:00 PM
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