Stuck in time
Every minute goes by faster than ever.
Am I in a dream or stuck in time?
Tick tock… tick tock
It is endless and slips away.
Hours grow into days and days grow into weeks until the end is almost near.
Time is limited and it fades away.
hours fly and days die
Time is something I can’t control.
It never stops and always lasts.
As time goes on, we look back
To the memories that will last.
We remember what we have learned
From the memories that we once lived.
We should have used our time wisely.
It should have never been wasted .
Our moments melted into years.
As minutes pass we look back.
We wish that our lost time would soon return.
The moments we once lived shall remain.
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