Mischievous Days

My eyes keep staring at the clock above me. As the hands sway without missing a beat. Time is like the river. It never stops flowing.

Why look back when you know its just not meant to be? Why look back and linger when you know the hands have already swung? Why ask when you already know the answer you try to seek?

Forget and move on are the answers for you and me. I live in the world were the present is in my eyes even though the past is what I see. I can not move on. I can not forget.

Please just give me a chance? Don’t be a fool and talk like that to me. Pick up where you are know, and walk the road to where happiness awaits and walk tall for you didn’t lose a single thing.