Burden of the Gifted

January 31, 2014

I know not where I am going

And I fear for my future

Time is so short and my duties are almost more than I can bear

There are times where I would wish to close my eyes and let the world melt away

Let the time slip through my fingers

And have the day fizzle into smokey puffs

To me released with the breeze

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