Record the night <br />as it passes on to <br />a new day <br />of never ending <br />constant fading <br />sounds of grind <br />where 10 might as well be <br />20 because 30 will pass 40 <br />time always sneeks <br />on by before <br />anybody notices <br />where each day went <br />right after the peek of dawn <br />runs away with dreams <br />that still have not happened <br />but are already approved<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-over/
