i am the light shining bright,
in the dark and outta sight,
that fickers through the night.
the time to play is the best way...........
but this damn pen wont work! ! ! !
i am trying to write,
but im grading down to a pencil that is in my reach,
so i can carry on with this speech.
this pencil is blunt,
so im a bit stuck,
in this memory and time.
why wont this damn pen work? ? ? ?
Time clocks in and it clocks out once again,
how does this time run away with me so easily? ? ?
how i am i going to remember this one, this time? ? ?
fireflys in the night,
and butterflies in the day,
that dance away,
back in the day it was my way or the highway! !
24/7 is me, its what i do,
as my fingers intertwine in this time line,
and the time carries on without me realising,
the seconds flyby and i dont know where they go,
time ticks on and on
it leaves me behind in that dark room,
trying to write,
by candle light,
but......................
i wish this damn pen would write! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahaha! Very apropriate and many can relate! I love it!