Sometimes time flies by so fast
it's like it was never there at all,
like in the blink of an eye,
it was there and then it's gone,
and we're moving on,
and we waste time
talking and thinking about the past,
and even when it's important,
it already happened,
so why repeat it?
and I wish that
when we have to revel in history
that time would stop
so that it would be alright to waste time because the future isn't coming,
at least not yet
because to me
At least
Every second is precious
But I find myself
Wasting hours
Days
Years
Either reminiscing
Or doing nothing at all
And then anxiety comes
And it wraps its tentacles around my chest
Squeezing me tight
Bound in its suffocating clutches
And I choke
Because I'm wasting time
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Goes the clock
Every beat pounds
With my heartbeat
And somehow I feel it getting faster
Pulling me with it
So quick I lose my breath
It's torn away from me violently
But I have no time
No time at all
To catch it
Or to even think
Just going going going
Forever forward
Faster every second
Every minute is shorter than the last
And soon it's all there and past
Gone so soon I hardly realize
Quicker than a blink of my eyes
We're racing towards oblivion
But I can't accept that it's all done
Not even when the end is nigh
I'll never stop asking the question why
My time is so short and minimal
It makes me feel so utterly small
Just one more second
Minute
Hour
Day
Week
Month
Year
Decade
Century
But I'll never have enough
I want to experience everything
No matter how hard or tough
But I guess that's just the way it is
I have to accept that I must die
I have to accept that it's coming quick
I have to accept that time will fly
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
