The clock ticks in the middle of the night. She lies awake till the morning light. Deep in thought, she thinks back so far. Once so young she could touch the stars. Where is she now, she needs to know. She sits silently, but the road wont show. Where is she now, what is she to know? The mystery of life has not been shown. She wants so much to find her dreams. The clock ticks on and on it only seems. All she really knows, is how time continues to fleet. So silently, and wonderingly, in bated breath she seeks! Written by: S. Matheson 7/23/2003 |
~ Time Fleets ~ |
