Life is slipping through my fingers...
like fine grains of sand
I can feel it but cant stop it
for to withhold is to die(Gibran)
I need to flow with it too...
But then to flow is to become a drop in the ocean
You dont know where you begin
and where you end
Its all about you
and you alone
Yeah...its all about me!
3 comments:
About me too.. Vintage Gibran!
:) Gibran is God !
Probably u would like this song. Its one of my favorits:
Time - Pink Floyd
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
the tolling of the iron bells
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells
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