Scribbled

Time flies fast.
Got myself thinking,
We've come a long way too fast.
Still, it seems like back to the beginning.

I think you forgot,
But I'm hoping,
You have not.
But I know what're doing.

What could I do?
It ended up that way.
Shall I let you go?
Or should I stay?

I'm already tired,
But at least I tried.
This flower is withering,
Already dying.