It seems much easier to subside than subsist
When the daily struggles start taking a toll
I wish I could just ignore when fate comes knocking on my door
Its screams bringing out all my wounds in the open
Fate
Dear Time
What is the hurry everytime
Everytime I am happy you stand by watching
A constant reminder that it’s about time
Let us sit here and sing
Of the times immemorable which we miss
Again you are calling my name
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