Regrets |
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Is there enough time |
for the things we each dream as we hurry? |
We're charting the paths of our lives |
you here and I there |
how long have you stopped in this place |
where I found you |
how long since the time I first knew |
that this life doesn't wait |
keep moving, keep seeking |
hearts, dreams on the line we call life |
we each follow |
you here, and I there |
our journeys like different hands |
on the dial that measures our time, |
and not looking back |
on forks in the road now gone by |
the lives that we've passed |
for the ones we've entwined |
the choices, the tears -- |
and facing each other right now, |
you and I |
our quick glance and smile |
the small gifts we take on our way |
And lately I fear the regret |
of letting you past me |
without having once said a word, |
not daring to ask for your time. |
You'll follow your life as before |
I'll travel mine -- so how long will I wonder |
just who you were, had I known. |
But then, I won't know -- |
life presses on |
and there's always |
not enough time... |
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© Jon Bohrn (1998) |