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It's a matter of time I suppose,
Not much to do now but grow old
Days pass by,
A slow sea of white
As I wait for a world that I,
Can't name.
Sleeping scares me,
It's too much like dying
This inaction's driving me
Insane.
Though, like sleep, I know
It will be over
Still I fear, that I'll
Be swept away.
I just can't slow down I suppose,
As long as my heart's not gone cold
Days pass by,
And I wonder why
I can't trust in myself
And just let go...