Barely remember these moments,
so long ago,
time has been zipping past,
drying my eyes in the fury of wind.
Time flying,
yet still wishing for a faster day,
week,
quarter,
semester,
and year.
What happened?
Where am I now?
Why am I back here?
Things are supposed to be different,
as it's always said, yet nothing is changing,
and it won't ever.
Getting what you've always wanted,
yet still not satisfied,
too small or too many?
It will never make sense,
never work out,
and here you sit, wasting the time away,
plans flaking away, piece by piece,
lives taken away,
all the while not enjoying it,
all the while still looking back.
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Written September 21st, 2006
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I enjoyed this poem. It had lots of meaning and emotion. and i agree with Havocess. Keep up the great writing! =]
Isabel
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Don't regret it, that never helps. Mold into what you want, like your weapons - you can't stare at the materials and will them to come together. You have to make it happen.
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