The cart of life

the cart of life is rushing on,
irresistible begone,
out of control,
wobbling on the street of time,
rocked by its heavy cobble,
as it ran so fast,
absolutely unstopable,

i can only cling to me fast,
for not to fall off,
for not to get lost,
in to the past,

to take back the reins,
i have to let loose,
myself.

Updated: 30. August 2006 — 00:51

The Author

maobezw

Ich: liebe den Regen. Geniesse den Wind. Mag die Nacht. Freue mich auch mal über schlechtes Wetter. Bin nur ein Mensch.

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