WickedWings

ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
waiting for someone or something to show you the way
tired of lying in the sunshine
staying home to watch the rain
you are young and life is long
there is time to kill today
and then one day you find 10 years have got behind you
no one told you when to run
you missed the starting gun.

and you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
racing around to come up behind you again
the sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death
every year is getting shorter
never seem to find the time
plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
the time is gone...
the song is over...
thought i'd something more to say...