Killing Season

Poetic Thoughts 
I'm killing time
and it's killing me,
it was never gonna be a fair fight;
I'm sitting still
just trying to see
if the wrong will ever be right;
I've made my moves
but time was faster,
I've never known the reason;
seems to me that
time's the master,
and life,
a killing season
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