it's time

it's time...
time to forget...
time to move on...

time to get life back on track...

it's time...

time to wake up...

time to realise...

time to start anew...

it's time...

Feelings are subjective

when i see a vehicle similar to that of your's,
i would slow down mine and try to get a glimps of the number plate,
much hoping that it would be your car with your number plate,

but in the back of my mind i know i'm just playing tricks with myself,
knowing that you are somewhere else,
meeting new people,
experiencing life in a different setting,
holding responsibilities as a trainee...

as much as i want to tell you about aCt,
as much as i want you to come and watch,
i know you wouldn't be able to make it,
and i know you wouldn't see it the way i want you to.

a part of me wants this semester to pass by in a flash,
with high hopes of seeing you sooner,
to enjoy your company sooner,
to watching you "cut grass" on the courts every evening.

but
a part of me wants this semester to pass a lil' slower,
giving me time to do things that i need and want to do,
probably slack a lil' ,
spend time with the people i love...

whatever it is,
i hope that you're doing fine,
i can't wait to see you and catch up with you,
but most of all,

i miss you much.