Monday, August 8, 2011

Tempus fugit

He left
She left
Nobody is left

He changed
She changed
Nobody is still the same

Tempus fugit
time flies
present morphs into past
future becomes the present
times rushes on
like a stream never going to stop

new banks are shaped
as the waters tumbles along
nothing can keep its present state
sooner or later
it all changes
anything and everything

everyday the trees grow a little taller
the sky expands a little wider
the flowers blooms with a little more frangrance

everyday someone enters my life
everyday someone leaves it
sometimes they brush by
not leaving one hint
that sometime, someone had been here and left

everyday people are born
everyday people die
17 years ago I was born
maybe 17 years later
I will be dead

Who can tell?
Time makes no promises.

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