by Dr.Robert

Created on: September 20, 2009

Suspended in time

These questions of mine

Hanging from a line

Into my mind

Suspended in time

These questions of mine

Not on shelves but hanging sublime

While the world passes by
Suspended in time

Every day, always mine

These questions seem to fly

While the world passes by
Floating along minding their own

Trying to find a mind to call home

They wait patiently as the world bustles by

Trying to let some one take them and lie

Slowing down to ponder and think

We move to fast we're going to tier and sink
Hurry, sit down take your time

You never know when you're at the end of your line

Life isn't so fickle

So watch out you might get cut down by a sickle

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