Sunday, 13 March 2011


Where does the time go?
A day, a month, a year what I thought was yesterday
was more like last year
one minute it's Monday
and in a blink of an eye it's Sunday again

where does the time go?
does it disappear into my head?
or I am just dreaming
a future I haven't had

you say
what have you been up to?
I say
oh not that much
But it must have been something
for it to be this late
time has made the great escape
away from my grasp
slipping through my fingertips
like sand
I hope you understand
I never want to be too late
to hold your hand
I just don't know where the time goes
I can't touch time
but I don't know how to make it mine.

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