Standing near the ocean,
I thought in a pensive mood on how my life had just passed in commotion.
Running from
on place to another,
My life was in pieces and never together!
The wind blew me away,
As I moved with the leaves which sway,
I cried,
Slowly and lonely I was losing on my life-ride!
I was dying,
As my heart had stopped throbbing,
Everything was broken as I was weepin,
I never realised I just wished that I was dreamin.
The killer was time, Which was never mine!