Its bigger than me
Its bigger than you
Than anything else
It decides your fate
Nobody ever seems to have enough of it
Parents dont
Family doesnt
Friends dont
Sow whats the point of having any of it?
Apparently it heals wounds
And fixes relationships
Or friendships
It seems like the greatest thing
But nobody has enough of it
And because of this
They arent grateful for what they do have
When it starts to run out
They regret not doing more
But all they did was complain
They could have done more
They just chose not to
Its ironic just how important time is
When you are running out of it
YOU ARE READING
4 A.M. Thoughts
RandomJust some things i write when i can't stop thinking. Most of it is trash but i feel like sharing it
