time is slipping,
the clock is ticking,
life goes by,
until we die,
is that all we are,
to be forgotten as a faraway star.
drifting listlessly
staring mindlessly
into the darkening sky
O' where do the mindless lie
light is fading
in the darkness' shading
the soundless night
no strength or might
no end in sight
must I fight
in this dying sky
O' let me fly
Poetry by Lauran 2011
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