It’s lost, long gone
A blink of an eye
Spinning on a rock
Hurling through space
Yet we never stop
To take time to do
Things we wish
We did.
It’s lost, long gone
A blink of an eye
Spinning on a rock
Hurling through space
Yet we never stop
To take time to do
Things we wish
We did.
How surreal it is, that such few words can encompass such a complex thought.
Thanks for your comment, Daniel. Cheers, Guy.