I try hard, to move My Life forward.
In top gear, are My Passions and Zeal.
I run and run, yet I get nowhere.
I'm a Hamster, trapped on a Wheel.
The older We grow, the faster time flies
and the Pages, of My Calender get Torn.
Not a Date, is left standing behind.
So if I Die at Night, She can Mourn.
When the Night, turns Dark and Colder,
Hope is all that I can get to see.
Loneliness hides Me, from the Gospel Truth.
Like an open Sky, it stares at Me.
Why does it hurt, When time is passing?
Every day, it keeps getting Worse.
I feel, the end of the World is coming.
Because of an ancient Curse.
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