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Running Out Of Time

Running Out Of Time

The ball player to old to hit
the mistakes of the President
the failing marriage
the depression that has ran out of layers
oh running out of time
don't know from who
don't really understand why....
but we all are just running out of time

Wash in self pity
see the boy of sixteen
with his youth of plenty
he doesn't know
in an instant
it's all gone
door closes slowly then quickly
the gray hairs has a way of building
oh running out of time
don't know, just it shows
don't really grasp
it goes by in a flash

and of all time robbed
I don't miss that stinking job
I don't miss my naivety
or starting over on a dime
but I do, I do miss my mind!

2007@ Megan Watkins




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