The Clocks Ticking
hi everyone, i wanted to write a piece about how im scared of dying.im 29 now and im 30 soon ,and im starting to realize we are not immortal.remember when you were a kid and everything was grown up and you had nothing to worry about?death seemed a long way off?you get to your teens and you still dont care, you start smoking and drinking.living like there is no tomorrow.early twenties much of the same , a blatant disreguard for any sane sort of living.now what do i do? im 30 soon, my hair is getting thinner , my stomach getting fatter and now i gotta watch what i eat , drink and i have had to give up one of my greatest pleasures ,smoking.i really am starting to get scared ,its really bothered me for about two years now.i dont want to put too much of a downer on things, thanks for listening.i would like to finish with a piece of writing by the band Pink Floyd,this means so much to me and always will.Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
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