Friday, 25 July 2014

More from yester-year

Every second is an hour... every hour is forever
Time became less, now time is more
Time is different and so the difference
With so few in my corner what did i imagine
With walls like skyscrapers, i had no strength to climb
With bruised ego and descending belief
The look I wore resembled forfeit
But what could it be if not that
If we are what we are...

A shadow of a bright light that faded 

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