Just the ghost of my singular old past
Just the way I carry myself and live so damn fast
The mile marker signs are never as fast as the green grass and blue flowers on the sides of the racing car
Hand extended out so far
Just like the wings of an airplane
One day we all go back to being stars
Just the ghost of my singular past
Oh we lived so damn fast
Fast
I ran in to you just the other day
Just as beautiful as the day you left
It’s amazing how the feelings last
I had to run so fast
Now the small town dreams are under this plane
The clouds in the window move so fast
Fast
Just the ghosts of a singular past
It’s took the memories and moved them so fast
My past
This garden that you planted seems to grow with care
So green and blue with a tint of gold
So many storms and dry spells have come and gone
You taught me to slow down and tend the love that grew so fast
I always moved so fast
Time has past so fast
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Author:
The man who talks (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This could be a fine epitaph.
Where the hell did the time go to.
So slow when you're young, too bloody fast when you're old.
I guess time is just lost whisper once you reach this milestone on a souls journey.
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