We do not
control the clock.
The time is racing by.
But soon it all will be forgot,
In this untimely demise.
It's unfortold
and uncontrolled.
It's strange
and strange alike.
It's confusing
and amusing,
This awkwardness in life.
This confusing mystery
that causes so much strife.
So much to be forgotten.
So much to be erased.
The sadness and the sorrow,
Will be happiness replaced.
And all the evils in the world
will soon come back again,
To haunt all of the innocent,
Their precious little lives.
To turn their hearts against each other,
And bring the world to it's demise.
