Time passes
As we sleep through life
And when we wake
Life has passed us by
On a Sunday afternoon we linger at the table long after brunch. We talk about the choices we've made in our short lives and, honestly, about the regrets we've accumulated. Already.
Reminiscing times past, like images in a rear view mirror; we can't turn around, but we wish we could. Enchanting. Poignant. Gone.
As we sleep through life
And when we wake
Life has passed us by
On a Sunday afternoon we linger at the table long after brunch. We talk about the choices we've made in our short lives and, honestly, about the regrets we've accumulated. Already.
Reminiscing times past, like images in a rear view mirror; we can't turn around, but we wish we could. Enchanting. Poignant. Gone.