152 (30.12.2014)

I do not know where all the days they go
It's like they slip away and then they're gone
And memories are all we have to show
For all the things we did and what went on.
But that's not really true though, is it now?
For when we make some things don't they remain
There to be touched and felt by us somehow
Even just as some sparks inside the brain?
So though I think my time it slips away
I also think it's with me all the while
And everything important done today
When captured here will always make me smile.
So days they come and quickly disappear,
But somehow in my head they still feel near.

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