Time
The present
Don’t think of the future,
Don’t hang on to the past,
Live in the present
And forget the rest.
The road
The road of time goes on and on
And I walk this road for just a tiny bit.
But even if I walk it for a mile
I try to make this rime worth wild.
Go on living
Dying isn’t hard to do,
One sword and it is done.
Living is the part thats hard.
To get from day to day,
Trying to make up for where i’ve gone wrong.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Zondag, april 11, 2004 23:03 |
| Dying isn't hard? One sword and it's done??? Oh pls, teach me! Show me how..I WISH IT WAS THAT SIMPLE..but it isn't..Yeah, but you're right..living is even harder, I guess...anyway...nicely written, Asutori...wa ne naam zeg! *Te moeilijk voor unreachy* :p | |
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| Auteur: Asutoritsudo | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 april 2004 | ||
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