There's A Time

May 1, 2010
Let us go away from here
Away from what we (did) hold dear

Because we will always have the past,

Because it is always over.

Let us swim where eagles fly
Between the land of (did) and die

Because we will always have rules,

Because they are always waiting.

There’s a time when winds don’t blow
A time for grass that will not grow
When constant rhythms cease to flow

But times stay re-arranging.

There’s a time when meaning fades
A time for trading hearts for spades
When evening’s pockets carry blades

But times are never aging.

Let ‘s throw out the paper bag
Of what we (did) and what we had

Because it is of the past

Because it is always over.

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GangstaEyes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 24, 2010 at 8:23 pm
This is really good and puts the past into perspective. I like how cleverly you approached this. Would you read some of my stuff?
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