Fade
I stand here but I am not there
I'm not sure I remember where
Life fades in front of my face
I think I'm not in any place
If I had a time machine
I could go back to when I was fifteen
Then I could make everything right
I would be able to see things bright
Time passes through my fingers so fast
It might be the only way that I can last
Live life as if it will soon end
Because I can only pretend
I will definitely see the other side
Even though I have not died
Hope is the card I can play
In the game of life That's okay
A fading sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
