The Load Of Time

January 10, 2011
Our little lives bare the load of time,
We listen and see our perfect chimes,

It seems that our deepest fears run and hide,
When our families and friends fly,

Enduring our little hardships on our backs,
Swimming alone into our nightmares,

Each step, every step, we grow old,
Seeing others lives turn cold,

But along the way, we stop to see,
To see what our lives turn to be,

We run up the hill and look over,
Only to find the truths ready to fall over,

When the bottom of the hill rolls under,
The past forms an empty hunger.

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