Fly
Minutes pass like cars on a highway as I drive knowing that when I reach my destination another night will be lost and I'll start another day wondering why oh why must time fly by? Each and every minute that passes feels like another one wasted, day in and day out wasted, I'm so wasted. Forever young I want to be, but I've always felt old inside my mind, and I don't mind that my mind feels so blind to this desire that while I'm alive I'll always be young. Just an old kid wondering where the time went and feeling wasted, so wasted. As I lay me down to sleep I prey on dreams I used to keep hidden away in the back of my mind and wake again wondering why oh why must time fly by. Live and live until I die sleep and dream and don't deny that I've been wasted so long as time flew by and when my head clears and reality settles in I fear the worst for the state I'm in and I add another day to my yesterdays. I check the clock before I hit the road and pass a few minutes on the same old road. When I get a chance I look to the sky to try and catch a glimpse of time fly by if I ever catch it I'll ask it why, why oh why must time fly by
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