Cry.
There's not enough time.
Cry.
Too much time has passed.
Cry.
Time is flying by.
Right now.
But time feels good.
Sometimes.
Time feels bad.
Sometimes.
But time can not be,
good,
nor bad;
it can only pass.
Time brings,
every
one,
closer to,
the end.
Does
every
one,
every
thing,
end?
There's not enough time.
Cry.
Too much time has passed.
Cry.
Time is flying by.
Right now.
But time feels good.
Sometimes.
Time feels bad.
Sometimes.
But time can not be,
good,
nor bad;
it can only pass.
Time brings,
every
one,
closer to,
the end.
Does
every
one,
every
thing,
end?
Does it? Or is the only end we ever face in life death? Is death even the end? Are we even real?
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ReplyDeletewoah... deep stuff lil... oh btw its hannah :) you guys got me on a blogging kick here :)
ReplyDeletei kindasortareallyabsolutely like this poem :)