But it's my life,
Spilling out, It blows over like sand.
It spreads,
Makes waste,
Destroys.
It mends,
Its broken bonds reform.
Just like a clock,
And as the hand ticks down,
It slowly fades away.
And with that,
All pain and sadness fade away,
I'd love to wash it away.
For now, I'll see you off.
And as I wait for a new day,
I say,
I WISH I WAS "THERE"