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Decay Of Your Time

By Nathan Owens

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

the decay of your time moving along the open road life passing you by and you catch a final glimpse in the corner of your eye constant fear, living the nightmare of desperation and decay moving along with time it's passing you by you can't win the race you can't stay alive it's almost won what do you do faster, faster like the wind keep on driving you've got to but you can't beat time you can't stay alive the track is worn you're falling apart, but keep on driving you're dying, but keep on fighting, don't give in faster, faster you've got to win Written January 27th, 1999 © on Nov 08 2000 03:49 AM PST   0 • 1

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