as minutes keep crawling by, <br />each second lasts a lifetime, <br />it feels as if my life which I once lived, <br />already past by, <br />shaped into this life, <br />filled with regrets, <br />holds no future at all.... <br />my bubbled life, <br />which I once lively lived, <br />I watch it being scattered, <br />bruised, <br />empty feelings, <br />containing no life at all, <br />only the question arises; <br />when will my life become my own?<br /><br />Smiling Inside<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-will-my-life-begin/
