Time, running away, never knowing what's going to happen to the next day.
You think you're at the beginning and you find you're at the end, but when you find that it's the end, it starts all over again.

Time, running out, you wait around awhile to find out what life's about.
You're moving too slow, yet your life moves to fast. You don't know what's happening, but the future's just a repeat of the past.

Time, running down, you're in the middle struggling to get out, but there's nothing left to do, your time has run out.

Time, gone.

Words Copyright © 1974 J.L. Hunter (age 14)

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