Over thinking each moment
Not much seems clear
Clinging to the seconds
Instead of holding on to what’s dear
Tossing and turning
So many spring nights laid to rest
Twisting in my own emptiness
Never questing inside of my heart for the best
Living life inside my head
Time slipping through my hands
Dreaming of what could have been
An empty book with no plans
A twisted tragic moment
A vision reminding me life isn’t assured
There may be no other time than the present
To live and love no matter what you’ve endured
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