time and time again
i come back to this place
where i have always been
wasting time away
trying to keep it in my hands
afraid that if i use it
it will slip more swiftly thru these fingers
but no more
i have been given one life to live
and hell
im going to live it
maybe it will pass more quickly
maybe it wont
but i will have stories to tell
when i get to
the other side

k.g.

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