I have been trying to recycle my wasted time
But, alas, to no avail
Moments gone swift by the second hand
Unforgiving tick-tocks - simply sail;
From the early morn of my youth
Far into my afternoon of yesterday
Hours quickly turn to days on end
Where my time - i wasted away;
Far into this night that is my today
The darkness only serves to remind
I am running short on seconds now
I am living on borrowed time;
By, Theodora Onken
January 14,2013
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