Monday, August 27, 2007

prelims

they're gonna be over soon.
whatcha gonna do?
after tomorrow its just another tomorrow.
after thursday you'd be more or less free.
so whatcha gonna do?

i dont know.
its been such a long journey.
or yet maybe it was short.
time just passed without me counting.
im not even sure anything i wrote.
tell me that i didnt screw up.
or say this is a dream.

zap- stop. pause break, screeech.
to a stop.
from the top
like some music rap-hop.

this is passing so past.
i havent been keeping track.
time flew like an arrow.
now please crawl like a snail for me.
stop in your tracks and take you break.
we all need one and we all know it.

just stop and let me think.
dont pass me by like the water in a stream.
dont just come and go, do comeback now.
what happened to your pause buttons and sound?

time is gay.
and thats why life is gay.
go on blame it on time.
and take your pain away.
only to find that it'll be back
to haunt you again.

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