November 29, 2008 in Uncategorized
Sometimes I wish I could
stop the handles of time.
It feels that I am falling behind
and time is moving.
Sometimes I will stop just
for an instance just to see
what is around,to take it
in and to feel.
When I realise what is,
time has already passed on.
I wish I could take it and
bottle it and release it
only when I have none to spare.
Time, the most precious commodity
of all,were by we are the slaves to.
Time,…….. where have you gone ?