Silence. Soft murmurs from the wind but no noise other wise.
My eyes, such old eyes in a young body I'd say time flies but it does no such thing.
Not for me nor anybody.
It keeps going,moving whenever it chooses and we become victims to it.
Mindless,drones who work. Who play and when we stop.
Time still goes.
When we die, it still moves.
And when new life begins, there's no new time to give.
We all get the same amount,
and we go on living.
I'm on repeat. A broken clock, with the hand never moving
and my life cycling.
I gain friendships, short ones dissipate into the sands of time.
Always there,but soon forgotten.
Friends who last forever, linger in memories past,present
but the future? A question that shall never be claimed.
I'm crazy,surely someone whose mad would never see time fly by.
Pass them, though as swift and sudden as life goes to death.
But, even sane people.
Knows, time is only there when you want it.
Then it slips away.
Like sand.
- S
