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| By matt665 | ||||
| 22 August 2007 | ||||
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The clock ticks as time marches on relentlessly so. Never slowing or speeding up … constant. I wonder of things to come places I’ll go, people I’ll meet and things I’ll do. I wonder of you and what role you will play, and what I will be to you. What time will we have? I do not know, a night? a week? a month? a year? Does it matter? I doubt even a life time with you would be enough for me, yet a moment of your time would satisfy me for an eternity. A contradiction I know but I’ll accept all you can give, happy knowing you gave me everything you could. So I sit here and contemplate my future, the paths that are open to me and where they may lead. All the while the clock ticks, as time marches on relentlessly so. Never slowing or speeding up … constant. Copyright © 2006-07 Matthew Stretton. All Rights Reserved.
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