My life seems longer.. than an age,
has time.. stood still for me,
Did sadness place me in a cage,
of misplaced destiny.
Am I to traverse aimlessly,
confused of time or date,
To remain stagnent pateintly,
devoid of course to take.
If only sadness turned an age,
and time begin to spin,
I'd know the length and breath of cage,
the one that live within.
But sadness comes but as a thief,
not knowing how or when,
Oblivous to the giveing pain,
it knows not start or end.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-29 02:15:32
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