I'm too late.
Time ran away from me and left evidence of waste behind.
I ran, and I struggled to make it, but time didn't wait for me.
It never does.
This constant wants me to take a hint.
Or, two.
Perhaps keep racing against it for all laughable purposes.
I won't.
Next time, time will race on alone.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Oh, sounds like heartbreak...
ReplyDeleteMe vs. me. Yes, usually heartbreak..
ReplyDelete