Time Flies

Its funny how time flies,

I worry sometimes,

I might not get to do all the things I'd like to do before I die,

All the places I may not get see with these bored eyes,

I'm sure I will have no regrets when I've fully explored life,

But maybe it's something I have to accept - that I ignore signs,

I know what's right but I like to stand on the border line of doing wrong,

In the past I've snorted lines, swallowed pills - even sucked on a bong,

All To cure my fear of being mentally ill,

Wallowed in petty thrills but I've wall climbed up a steady hill,

Always taking the hardest route,

Trying to think a way through but I never knew,

I still don't and time's flew,

But my will won't - let me feel blue,

The gold light within will shine through,

A soul so bright it will momentarily blind you,

If getting back up when you've been knocked down is what defines you,

Then as soon as I've clock out from my nine to five,

I'm going to strive to write - something new that's timeless too.