I'm given in to time whispering as it rushes by, "there's not much of me left so either you walk away or fly." I'm given in to love saying, running circles over me, "it's getting late here now you're getting older, don't you see?" I'm given in to life shouting, still tapping my shoulder, "I'm almost done chasing you, when you're only growing colder." I'm given in to chances, risks that pull me by my hair, "come see what you've been missing, friend." so I'm given in to not knowing where. |