Butterflies flapping relentlessly
Churning breakfast with endless cups of tea
If only there was more time
More time to work
More time to play
More time to think......to be
The last grains of sands slip through the enviable waist of the hourglass
Our time is nearly up
Regrets scream out
Making liars of those who say they have none
What have i achieved?
What was it all about?
How did i make them feel?
Music and I face each other,equal opponents,
and find ourselves friends
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