Is It Time?
Alone the days flow swiftly
My body sore and weary
I gather what I may take with me
Looking at the mark made I wonder
I have a long day ahead of me
Sleep is in my eyes
Yet it won’t pay any visit
I ponder the choices I’ve made
Broken I’ve pressed to hard
Knowing I’m not yet ready
Form and physic are not at peak
To many years to much wear
Looking over all I leave behind
Thinking of those stay and wait
Wondering will I return
Trying to be prepared
I sit alone wondering is it time?
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