sábado, 15 de agosto de 2009

What is time to do?

I feel like time has stood still
Or has it just gone by so quickly?
Maybe it has flown past us
Without its usual outstanding ways.

Is it me who is asleep?
Perhaps time is playing tricks on me
For there is no yesterday I can remember
There is no tomorrow I can foresee.

Time is probably mocking me
Or is it trying to blind me?
For it is not making me face it
As it usually forces me to.

There is no doubt about it now
I have understood the powerlessness of time
It is actually you who make me feel
Like I have lost the track of time.

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