Lost time, I feel it drags me under, life just cast asunder. I always look but can never get it back. In the mean time, I’ll just sit and wonder, what lies befor me yonder but hindsight being something that I lack.
Past time, I seem to be getting nowhere, thinking I’d be somewhere. A share in life I don’t get my fair. Bide time, don’t pretend you’re passed caring, no need for despairing. It’ll come it’s just a small cross to bare.
Downtime, right upon the hour, I’ve only half an hour. Better get it in before it’s gone for good. Hard time, efforts been devoured the mood has just been soured. You would give it up but I don’t think you could.
Our time, is spent anticipating. How long have we been waiting? I’m not wise but someone’s watching over me. My time is coming down with symptoms, I’ll work it out me system. I need a cure to set my lost soul free.
High time, well that ideas novel. I spend it in a bottle, writing love and of all the things I lack. So for the last time I’ll speak unnecerssary, don’t go handing me your pity. I could talk but only matter of fact.
Preying on my soul, heart without a home. Hand me round the peace time. Then I’ll answer to the critic, who believes my heart aint in it. They can’t tell it’s my life that’s preying on my soul. I’ll make it on my own.
I pass the changes in the turmoil of feeling, rocking stability of its foothold on reality. The Time it takes to think to map it all out in the mind, any opportunity is spurned. So to take a leaf out my own book, to practice what I preach, I must kick the habit of fear.
The rising, the rising of a fall. I don’t feel good at all. I hit the ground hard, life the thraed is falling apart.
You play with fire and you will get burnt. Life is but a lesson hard learnt. Dancing with flames, dicing with pain.
She knows me, knows me all too well. This is my living hell. Every frailty,every broken stitch in the seam.
I’ll be leaving, vacating the space I occupied ‘cos none of our feelings are related. No talking round, no coming to.
Someday love will guide emotion. The past I’ll leave it where it lies. Focus on the future and it’s freedom, no distractions from the ones I left behind.
The shackles of the past I’ll leave to rust. Running free you won’t see me for dust. Making headway to the horizon, where I’m leving there’s no place for light. I’m living now for my own chance to shine.
The past will shape but it won’t guide my future. Winding on life’s an epic venture. I’m on a journey to the horizon, leaving the shadows far behind me. I’m gonna find the light and I will make it mine.
The present but a moment you can’t spend idle. It’ll soon be past where there’s no going back.Striving on to meet the horizon, the idle days went with the sunset. I’m living in the moment watching for sunrise.