Tomorrow may never happen and then what is left?
Maybe Too Late
It’s like falling through a rabbit’ hole.
different yet the same
People come and go
Each rushing in their own world
for what, I have no idea
Missing out on so many wonders
the beauty of a spring day
a walk through the park
So precious is life
No one knowing just how much time they have
till it is taken away
or someone has something that goes the wrong way
Take each day slowly
make them count for what they are.
Say I love you more often
Show that you truly care
cause you never know when it will end
and your love will be gone
Left behind with a sea of regrets
and words that can never be spoken again.
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