Cluttered photos upon the floor
Frozen time forever more
Each a memory from the past
Everyone the very last
Time is dying constantly
Maybe its the last you'll ever see.
What keeps the time,
When Its gone?
What makes things right,
When they're wrong?
What makes things short,
When their long?
WE DO!!!!!
Every picture holds a story
Some of hate
And some of glory
Definition in every line
But arn't we all just killing time? |