The Hour Glass

May 5, 2012
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My hour glass remains glued to the table.
My life is as though it is suspended in mid air.
My mind still not knowing what to do.
My heart pounds at the thought of the future.
My soul feels like it is about to burst.
If only there is a way to turn this hour glass upside down.
If only there is a way to turn back time.
If only there is a way to start all over.
But that hour glass remains glued to the table.
That dark, cold table… called life.





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