Just a little poem I wrote a while back. Still in works :)) (it might always be)
Where Time is running?
The time is running away from me
Sipping between my fingers
If you would ask me where it went,
I could not find an answer.
The time is rushing with no stops,
No red lights and no intersections.
What have I been doing all this time?
Dare you to ask me that question.
There is not ending, no begining
The now has changed, it never lasts.
If only I could capture time and keep it
Then I could answer you that question.
Forever fleeting isn't it? I liked this! Don't let the passing of time bring you down!
ReplyDeleteThis poem really captures and presents that feeling that time is running out fast. A sensation you feel often when you're a busy college student!
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