Running out of Days

There is so much of work on desk
There is so much to drag on my back
It doesn't let me move on or stand
All these little things create haste

Running out of days to spend with you
Running out of patience to let you know

Too long, too late and I made you wait
I walk and try to walk more with this weight
I want to say sorry, but its not enough
Nobody can win,if everybody wants you to lose

Running out of days to tell you I love
Running out of time to show that I care

It's like I reach 1 step towards and 2 against
It's like all the time has been just wasted
The places where we meet, these gifts that I adore
All seems to choke me when I don't see you anymore

Running out of days to see more of these places
Running out of time to know you even better

Runnig out of every damn thing!!

There is something about FaceBook

Open your eyes and then your laptop
Click, click and connect to INTERNET
Open a new window, go and Google
Sign in FaceBook to update your traces

Blah Blah that you wrote on your status
Look for a song on you tube to stream in
A name that you are look for on MySpace
Search missing apps, read a wiki about some place

Such and such has sent you a request
Asking you to be your FaceBook friend
And the name is I_am_an_ass_Rocky
He's status says something about gravity

You click click to view his profile
Check his taste in art and his style
Three contacts in common,the so called pals
They too with rubbish rubbed on their walls

As you follow his past activities
Someone in common sent you a ping
You ask her about him and how's he
All she knows is that he sings

You look at the album that he has posted
He is handsome and a hell of a boaster
His favorite movie is THE GODFATHER
He is fond of a track called Hey, Soul Sister

His status now updated and talks about love
It published publicly, but seems to be for you
Now your heart hums and drums
You waver between confirm and ignore

But beyond this window there's another window
Made of glass like this one, but not virtual
It displays swings and plays barking dog
Past the corner there is another playground

There is a sky that turns blue to lemon
And back to black from where it began
Bushes grow greener and flowers wilder
Life is living but out of your web world