Falling sands show the passing of days
hours trickling swiftly away
as the chimes call, and the hands creep
the days turn to weeks
A four walled cave, as the moon takes its place
replaces the sun, in a constant race
darkness to light to dark again in the blink of an eye
a whimper turns to a sigh, as the morning birds take to the air and fly
Repeat to fade, the tides that wave goodbye to yesterday
say hello to tomorrow it will be here briefly, then fade into obscurity
a photograph blurred by years of reprinting
as the hours fly past sprinting
The fleeting freedom of the suns rays beating
evaporates the tears and lifts a smile in greeting
a friendly reminder that the world is still turning
that the end is not here and the future is full of learning
hours trickling swiftly away
as the chimes call, and the hands creep
the days turn to weeks
A four walled cave, as the moon takes its place
replaces the sun, in a constant race
darkness to light to dark again in the blink of an eye
a whimper turns to a sigh, as the morning birds take to the air and fly
Repeat to fade, the tides that wave goodbye to yesterday
say hello to tomorrow it will be here briefly, then fade into obscurity
a photograph blurred by years of reprinting
as the hours fly past sprinting
The fleeting freedom of the suns rays beating
evaporates the tears and lifts a smile in greeting
a friendly reminder that the world is still turning
that the end is not here and the future is full of learning
Thanks For Reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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