It's Sunday again.
One more week is over.
The special day is coming.
One more year is past.
What did I do?
What did I reach?
What have I tried?
What have I wanted?
Did I use the time for profit?
Did I spend it for my soul?
Did I challenge a goal?
Did I reach one?
Or have I only stolen time from the lord?
Time is a strange being.
You can not see it.
You can not touch it.
But feel it go one, this strange thing.
Time is the forth dimension,
but it goes only in one direction,
determines the direction of causality,
and still is only seen as equal to money.
Time is more than money.
Its a gift you can not earn.
Its a resource you can not preserve.
It was borne, and will die with the universe itself.
Did I use my time, or have I stolen it from the lord?
I take a look, and see the mark of time.
A fallen tree here, a empty building there.
The rising number of names on the stones.
The changes when I come home.
I am scared.
Am I like the frog in the water,
that doesn't feel the changes,
until it is to late?
I see my loved ones, and know the statistic.
Cold numbers that tell you a number.
It tells me few decades , but it can be days.
I am scared.
I have to use my time, aslong as he gives me the chance.
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Inspired by the theme of WP_Poetrymarch contest.
