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Moments

  • DT
  • May 17, 2017
  • 1 min read

My simple memories,

My simple mind

All just waiting-

for that moment to arrive

To start making my choice,

to make my own marks.

The moments I get,

just a matter of time

I’ll keep waiting,

patient and calm

Barely even noticing

the chaos and the rush

I ran out of time,

before my moment does arrive

I tried to turn back,

warn my old soul

But, oh how I'm so foolish.

Waiting, and waiting.

Not even aware,

How to make my own.

 
 
 

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