Strips

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

---pink floyd

You run and you run to catch up with the sun as it's sinking
Racing around, to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a realitive way but you're older
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.
---Pink Floyd

What profit does a man have for all his work under the sun? All is vanity and chasing the wind.
---Ecclesiastes