Distanced by dreams, <br />of yesteryears life, <br />Days come and go, <br />like a waves short life. <br />Hours slip through thoughts, <br />As sand slips through fingers. <br />I wish the world would slow. <br />Time to think and plan for tommorow. <br />As eyes succumb to the weight of the night, <br />Morning emerges with it's sharp light. <br />Days drift into new days, <br />each one a stage of plays. <br />There is no time to look and to love, <br />Faces flash by with eyes to the ground, <br />I am not hereI make no sound.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-time-to-love-no-time-to-think/
