10/11/2008 06:47:00 pmPosted by Rags
When I take time to think about myself
I see many options but nothing certain
So many faces pass by
Some of them look to their past
And some of them to the future
Just then something brings me back to my senses
Bringing them all back to now
Which makes me to wonder?
As why can’t I just make the time still?
Then something flashes hoping that’s an answer
Which says need to find that someone
Who makes every second count,
Even more than the last one
Makes you want to stay stuck here forever …