The clock never ticks,
inside an utopia such as this.
With your face transfixed,
your mind has nothing left to miss.
Your face is hollow,
your voice appears mindless.
With the words to say your shallow
today is the day you confess.
So you say you lived in glory;
Time with me was never wasted.
You look to me and say your sorry;
On me your words are wasted,
I have no words left to say;
I have no words to say I'm sorry.
DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/
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