Fast Lane

It all pass in a blur
the notion of time
in which we measure life
Always in a hurry
Always in a rush
Fast, swift and rapid
We all want it in an instant
But when the clock strikes twelve
We ask for a little more time
One more second, one more minute
Another hour, another day
Five more months, five more years
Only when it’s too late do we realize
the significance of each passing moment
Only when it’s too late that we realize
we haven’t really lived
Only when it’s too late that we realize
we’ll never get a second chance

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