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Running Out

I ran out of reasons
I ran out of time
I ran out of seasons
I ran out of rhymes

I made up excuses
I filled myself with lies
From running away, I got bruises
Now hope slowly dies

What have I done?
What did I do?
All is lost and gone

I’m running out
It has ran out
I can never go back

Posted in original

Out Of Time

I’m out of time and out of excuses,

Out of breath and full of bruises.

I’m out of luck and of sympathy,

Working on a music without symphony.

Things have gone awry

Making me worry


What would you do

If you knew,

Your time is running out?