It Has Become

By: DrippingTime



It has become my sacrifice

Each and every day

To pass between the world that grows

To never stop and say:


Today

Is beautiful.


It has become untouchable

Spun wildly from my grip

The cup i hold which catches time

As it slows down to a drip


It has become the master

In control of me

The one who lurks within my heart

He, who could never be


But now


I must stop


If only to say


Today is beautiful

ITHASBEC
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