"Time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much."
I'm 18. I live in a miniscule town in Alabama, near Huntsville where the National Space Program is located. My dwelling is a home to a very diverse people that have all contributed to my personality as I have gotten older.
This seems like the beginning of a biography. I think it could evolve into something more later on, maybe.
I've always ignored that part that you chose to acknowledge "My dwelling is a home to a very diverse people that have all contributed to my personality as I have gotten older." All the people here in this little hole have contributed to my personality also.
It seems as we get closer to graduation that I start to realize more and more things. One thing that surprised me, is no matter how much I've hated this school, I've realized I have come to like it. Oh well, I'm still looking forward to graduation. We all have to move on. To what I have no idea.
Well, that's what this peice inspired me to say. That's all I have to say.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.