Time

Just a little poem to pass the time. cheers!



Time


Creeping up on us
A thief
Stealing our memories
Thread by thread.

Falling down
Running past
Running through
Ignoring the boundaries of life,
Is it all we live for?

Ignorant,
We frolic, like
It would slow down
And capture our precious moments
So intricately bound to its core.

A mystery
So fast, but
Nothing seems to have changed
A measure of sorrows past;
Of tears shed as this night falls.
A sleeping time bomb
We wait for it
Without realizing it.

It sleeps and slumbers
A silent, gentle beat,
As the whole world spins to its rhythm.