Minutes are ticking,
you can't get them back.
Seconds are wasted,
full-throttle on a dead-end track.

All the stop signs point at you,
red lights screaming your way.
Don't you have that nasty feeling,
you're living like it's your last day?

All things are rational,
when you've got ten more minutes to live.

Nothing seems more personal,
when you got nothing more left to live.

All things are trivial,
when you've got one more minute to live.

Nothing is more beautiful,
when you've got no more time to live.

06/01/2003

Posted on 06/01/2003
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