Time is a mysterious thing.
Time is then, now, future and past.
Do we ever learn from the past or are we bound to repeat it?
Is the past something that can be erased like writing on a chalk board?
The past is haunting destroying the minds of soldiers decades after the events transpired.
Is the future something that can be gambled away like money or possesions?
Or is it as predictable as predicting life on plantes in our own galaxy?
Is now something you'll remember like your frist kiss or will it dereriate with the sands of time?
Is it possible for something invisible to be real? Gravity is invisible but something that is real.
So the qeaution of time is, is time real or just a figment of imagination?
Time is mysterious and left to the unknown to decide what it is...
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Time
PoetryThis is a poem that was spawned from a class I took in High School, and this shows my general habit of being able to see the big picture of things before the little pieces. Or in this case play around with the unknown XD
