April 10, 2011
By Anonymous

I sit and I watch,
As the day turns slowly past,
Time never stops to consider the last.

It flies and it drifts,
As the world mills below,
Time never stops to suit those we know.

We run and we hide,
As it searches life's rim,
Time never stops, the past is too grim.

The author's comments:
Don't you sometimes wish that you could just stop time or even rewind it, yet you know that such a thing is impossible? "Past." is a description of that feeling.

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