Time is a thing that never stops.
Not for anyone or anything.
It goes on forever,
Yet it leaves so fast,
And is gone before you even realize.
Time is endless,
Yet all of ours is running out.
It moves on,
If you're ready or not.
If time could ever stop,
Which it never will,
I would stop it now.
And take a while to figure it all out.
The clock is ticking,
And there's no time to think.
I'd go around and see life,
Because everyone's is moving so fast.
I'd go and enjoy the small things,
Because time doesn't allow you to watch the birds fly.
Time is everything,
Yet nothing at the same time.
And I hate it.
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Final Writings
PoetryThis is just a place where I'm gonna let out my feelings. I warn you. It's not pretty. Triggering
