When did Time become an enemy
'Til it pushed against the skin
To create that final barrier
Where mirth dare not go in
Where all of one's endeavors
Remain buried deep beneath
The crusted scales of promises
That were never meant to keep
How short the days become now
The years go flying by
Unwanted guilt of memories
Is etched behind my eyes
As sleep evades my nighttime
So dreams invade my days
And I walk with ghosts beside me
As I try to find my way.

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