Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Day 114

High Noon

Wind is fierce.
I sit back.
A professor sprints past
Church bells softly chime in the back
Late students trudge grudgingly
The hungry smell of chicken.
Life moves on
Regardless of how you are feeling
And the realization can hit you like a brick.
There's no stopping what is to come
So sit back and enjoy the ride.

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