Saturday, 17 December 2011

Buying Time

Moments may mean drifting apart.
A soul might sing a different song.
Given the gap of a day, a week or a month.
We rumble on.
Not always thinking the same.
Maybe, wallowing away.
Not knowing.
Is it day or night?

When tomorrow comes.

What happened to yesterday?

We take what we have.

When it’s there.

What we’ve got.

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