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Posted in Text July 6th, 2009 by Calum

Time runs
Like a marathon,
Not like
An open sore;
At least in theory,
Though this teary
Face before you
Could argue
Otherwise.
And I’m wise
To all the ways
That things
Speed up, or
Slow down—
Even fall
Sometimes
When I’m alone
I sit and listen
To the rush of life
Passing by
And cry,
And cry.

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3 Comments

  1. Brian says

    I love you buddy.

    August 8th, 2009 | #

  2. Bradley says

    Love you Calum ! *HUGS*

    January 31st, 2010 | #

  3. Calum says

    Thanks Brad, though admittedly this poem was written in response to my leaving Japan last year, and the process of adjusting I was going through then.

    Still appropriate I suppose, and hopefully you enjoyed regardless.

    January 31st, 2010 | #


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