𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

Fika

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ᶠᶦ • ᵏᵃ
/ᶠᵉᵉ ⁻ ᵏᵃ/ ⁿᵒᵘⁿ
ᴬ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵒʷ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ ᶦⁿ ˡᶦᶠᵉ.
"ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ."
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Time...

What exactly is time?
Is time never ending?
Or does time end?
Will our time end sooner or later?
So many questions
So little time

The one who is watching us up above
Knowing when our time reaches the limit
The limit He granted us

How do we know if we waste our time?
How do we use our time wisely?
Is there even a way to use your time correctly?
Is time just here to mock us?
To mock us of how far we could've gotten if we didn't waste our time

Time always imitates me
Every year time shows me all those years I wasted
When I could've done much more

Time is like a bird
Always flying away from our grasp

Why does time do this to us?
I always ponder about that
My eyes get grabbed and stare up to the ceiling
Imaging the life I could never achieve

I cling on what I have
Too worried that if I might let go
They will fly away from me forever
Fly into the sky
High, high, high away

Time is always spinning
Spinning away from us every second
Innocent and naive me thought time was slow
Wishing for it to speed up
Now I regret ever thinking that
Begging for time to slow down and not fly away from my grasps

While time mocks me for wishing to fly a little faster
Away from my desperate grasps

Crying,
Crying for time to stop
Crying for my love ones to not fade away from my hands
The hands which committed sins I wish I could take back

Hands which I despise