Thursday, April 12, 2012

Time

Time is fickle,
and I've been looking into the past.
I know their future,
these poor souls from years ago,
because
this is their future,
and I know it's too late
for so many things,
so many lost lovers
and hopes,
and I'm sad because
I know:
--no chance now--
but then I turn my back
and look ever towards the next day.

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