I look at my watch it's 3:22.
where does time go,
sometimes it flies by you,
while other times it goes so slow.
I look over at my friend,
and reality smacks me again,
it's not going to stop,
or even slow.
We dont have alot,
before it's you're time to go.
You can't stop the pages
that turn
as everything ages,
I've learned
to stay on good terms.
My friend knew what I was thinking.
he asked me what time it was again?.
the funniest thing,
my watch stopped right then.
Time is no longer of the essence.
for us it ended that very instant.
L A M E M A N S T E R M S |
Submission Name: "Do You Have The Time?"
