Race Against Time
A race against time.
I can not enjoy my days.
They are not long enough, for the things I want to do.
I simply come and go.
Stay long, I can not.
Like a relationship that comes and goes.
My life has no stop.
Ending up in places no one knows.
Over the edge, over the top.
I look at the time .
It flies by fast.
Where has my day gone?
In the morning I am sipping on coffee.
Now I am in bed, my day is done.
Minutes pass me by quickly.
Not giving me time to breath.
One day I was 23 years old.
The next day I turned 35, asking where did all the time go?
I am not getting young.
When is this going to stop?
It all started when my life begun.
Will it end the day I drop.
Like the milk that spills from a cup.
A race against time
Should I just give up?
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
3-31-10
Copyright © Skat A | Year Posted 2010
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