اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
four corners, neatly cleaned
bone white clock
counts away
seconds of life
another year
passes away
quietly, carefully
wrapped
in promises of change
how many times must i look back
counting my mistakes
how many empty lives like mine
begin and end each day
slowly moving, shifting shapes
dead memories, wandering
lost
stealing my sleep
