Let time fles on its own,
don't do it on purpose.
It's never going to happen,
for it's not mend to,
and there's no feeling.
As I'm always in where I am,
never move or bugle,
only to remain,
waiting in silence.
I don't plan to get,
but play to agitate,
driving you off,
sending you to nowhere,
where the distance is far enough.
Thank god you were never the one...
Get away from me...of cos you will
Leave me alone... sure you will
And shall never return...certainly!
Things must lay unsaid and undone..
*Chris from what I see and think...
