How is it that every tomorrow turns into today,
Then today becomes yesterday?
It's like we're always running a race with no finish line in sight.
Time is always moving forward and it waits for no one.
It moves on continuously while we're just trying to keep up.
We run and run until we become too tired,
To chase the shadows of time,
And eventually get left behind.
Our life may be just a fleeting second to the great hands of time,
But that is why we must enjoy every minute that we have before our time is up.
YOU ARE READING
Raw Heart
PoetryThis is a book dedicated to poems that were created straight from the heart and mind. They are filled with my current emotions and thoughts at the time of writing and are unapologetically raw. I hope you enjoy. ^_^ Book cover credited to the amazing...
