Falling gently to the earth below.

The dust stirs on the pane, as the window opens up

To let the pain creep inside my mind.

Should I try it? Should I not?

Should I run away and never look back again?

But the question here at hand, as I swim out in the rain,

Is can I really run and not look back?

Again.

Time never waits for man, no matter what he does,

"You move to late," she sighs and says to me.

She says "If we met with time enough to start it up and let it go,

I wonder where would we be today?"

Times like this,

They really fuck you up.

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By: Anthony Westenkirchner