Time Bides By No Man
By sidewinder
Visions, Illusions of a justified past, Creations of the bright morning dew, Allegations of nightmares haunting hallways of old buildings grating on nerves held by my making, For whom does the bell toll? Time bides by no man, For the future resides in illusions of an ungrateful world, Recounted of an immersion of memories held in the past touched by a shadow reached by a hand that has its grip on forever. Aug. 17, 1996 Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 10:36 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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