Pages Turning

time is speeding up

slip sliding sand

through breaking glass

seconds

minutes

hours

days

weeks

months

years

gone too fast

this moments in the past

already long gone

blown away

today fades to tomorrow

too soon

another yesterday

and grey skies

cloud the blue again

June fades into July

not to give away the ending

but soon enough

we will all die

no need to cry

for milk spilled

this is how

its always been

pages turning faster

moving closer

to the end

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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