Time slips slowly with each turn;
Life lived, lessons half way learnt.
Each breath taken with concern;
Love fades, passion long have burnt.
Short lived, a few finite years;
Aged fast, outlast childish fears.
Not yet matured, never cleared;
Dead dreams casted long last tears.
Now still stagnant, actions ceased;
Youth left, wonders long deceased.
Childhood memories run and tease;
Now aged, seeking for release.
So blind, meaning not defined;
Seeking what I cannot find.
Like a child who cries and whines,
I sat writing petty lines.
©emily_cjw
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