My time is short my life is long.
My nightmares are vivid and my dreams are wrong.
Life spins as the world turns.
But time waits for no one.
Wrong left with a right turn and you'll be caught up in nowhere.
Imagination of lost thoughts.
Seeing discrimination of all sorts.
Realizing the pain is of deep circumstances.
Finding yourself is the last fundamental if living life itself.
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Author:
Zackery (
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Comments1
Great write
Thank you
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