ON GOING
Tick tock, goes the clock without slowing its pace not even a little
I watch helplessly as time fly by, while I'm unfortunately stuck in the middle
Seconds turns into minutes, as minutes turns into hours,
As days, weeks, and seasons go by; not once was I able to smell the
flowers.
I reached out to grab what I had left of my life
But in return what I got back was a bundle of strife.
Round and round goes the dial in an ever spinning circle
It seems like my life is an obstacle because I'm constantly jumping hurdles
I watch helplessly as time fly by, while I'm unfortunately stuck in the middle
Seconds turns into minutes, as minutes turns into hours,
As days, weeks, and seasons go by; not once was I able to smell the
flowers.
I reached out to grab what I had left of my life
But in return what I got back was a bundle of strife.
Round and round goes the dial in an ever spinning circle
It seems like my life is an obstacle because I'm constantly jumping hurdles
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