The ticking of mortality goes rushing by.
Five minutes.
Barely time to regret.
Bring on the next moment.
Bring it on.
I have the reckless courage to exist.
PRS 2.03 2016
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The ticking of mortality goes rushing by.
Five minutes.
Barely time to regret.
Bring on the next moment.
Bring it on.
I have the reckless courage to exist.
PRS 2.03 2016