Where have they gone to?
the carefree days of old...
the ignorant days of old...
the relaxed days of old...
As now we rush through life,
as if it doesn't exist...
Flutter dear time, spread thy wings,
flap your feathers and soar...
The horizon beckons yet I am rooted here...
For time flies and not I...
~pseudorca~
*just something I wrote as I watch the clock ticks by*
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