What is time 2 you?
Is it the waiting, or passing
The staring and sleeping?
Do you count the hours that pass by?
Or the minutes, maybe even seconds.
Perhaps 2 you, it flies
By, you hardly glance at your wrist
Or the circle on the wall.
2 me, time is scarce
And longed for.
2 me, time drags
And minutes expand.
Despite the long days and endless activity,
It bores me, and I want something more...
I do wonder, what times is 2 you
But I'm desperately hoping,
That time's hands would take slow turns
So I would have,
More time, 4 you..
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The Journey
PoetryHey guys, I've decided to publish an anthology, not necessarily based on my own experience, but my collected thoughts and ideas. I'm putting out a poem a day. I hope you enjoy it..
