Thursday, November 16, 2006

Tic Toc


How luxurious to feel
There is time, enough time
So much time, plenty of time
Stretching ahead so far
There seems barely a narrowing
Let alone a vanishing point
For the two lines, lives
What is one week, two weeks
In a lifetime so fresh,
So full of days to come?
Each tick of the treacherous clock
Passing 3, passing 4, passing 5
Whispers nights are forever
But life is not.

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