Clocks, bells, and footsteps

All I hear are clocks, and bells, and footsteps of people moving away.
All I see is the height of my shadow, the closeness of the sun to ending the day.

There is not enough air to relax my chest,
and not enough words for what I wanted to say.

Everything is short between a beginning and an end.
If it’s not eternal, it ends when it begins.

It’s the hour, it’s time.
It went so fast, and I would have done a million different things.

Goodbye, goodbye. Forgive me, and I wrong a lot. Wish me happiness, lie to me.

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