On the Clock

by What happens when the musics over   Mar 28, 2009


Time is going, going faster, I need to pay attention, or I'm heading for disaster.

My life is going, but there's nothing there showing. I'm doing good, I'm doing right, I look for my future and it doesn't seem to be in sight.

I try, I can't fail, I must do well, so the younger ones can follow my trail.

I crave success, then I always end up in distress. Constantly on my mind, it makes me worry. I feel I'm getting behind, life moves in such a hurry.

Time is almost up,
the light at the top, is getting dim. I need to do it, I got this far, not to fail, but to win.

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