Seemingly known beyond the unknown that which flys like the days pass. The hour hands grow tired of being swung on a merry round. Can we have a minute, just to unwind? I think not. Life isnt that kind. Why must I play catch up, when im the one being left behind? Slow your pace,do not live in such haste. Shut up bitch, get up out my face. Can't you see that im in last place? Blinded by a rocks' shade Foolishly running to ones grave....