Time is running out

Time is running out.

 

 

I walk on egg shells, I got no carriage,

And I wait to see if you are Spanish,

Or Norwegian, or maybe,

You come from Japan; I await to see.

 

 

If that is the case and my future is in my hands,

I will love always and I will give you my thanks,

Because if destiny exists, there is a Princess

And true love, truly is, priceless.

 

 

I have tried my best; it’s time to confess,

That these are my words, my words for her

And love is my passion, with no guaranteed satisfaction,

But if I had things all my own way,

Baggy jeans would be back in fashion.

 

 

I would like to raise a nation of my own seedlings,

To become great thinkers, unlike me,

And they would always speak their minds freely,

And read other people’s poetry, from time to time;

I hope they read mine, I hope you like mine.

 

 

So if you are there, but I can’t see,

Then you need to take a big step forward,

Before I lose what makes me happy;

Before I leave you and everything else behind…

It’s getting harder and harder to rise from the blue…

I think it’s time to say goodbye.

 

 

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