Gone
Change always changing.
Each fleeting moment gone by
And in the blink of an eye, it’s different.
Time always eating
The moments we wish won’t end,
But when we turn our backs they’re gone for good.
Life. Never living
The way we had hoped and dreamed
With change always changing and time not still.
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