The Concept of Time
It keeps escaping me
Slipping through my grasp
Itcontinues to pass
Running laps on my ass
Never know when it’s going to be my last
I try not to be sad
Every task is elongated
With the hopes of perfecting the craft
Then it screams nope!
What a sick joke.
It keeps escaping me
Slipping through my grasp
it continues to pass
Me by,
Running laps on my ass
Never know when it’s going to be my last
So I try not to be sad
Every task is elongated
With the hopes of perfecting the craft
Then it screams (or yells) nope!
It’s like trickery ,
Maybe even witchery
It’s the thing,
you never can get back you know
Well, hopes it moves slow but no
Leaving me in the past
Though I gotta remain present
(To be a blessing/ keep from stressing)
Time is of the essence
And you know it’s on my ass. It’s like trickery ,
Maybe even witchery
It’s the thing,
you never can get back
you know
Well, hopes- it moves slow, but no
Leaving me in the past
Though I gotta remain present
To keep from stressing
Time is of the essence
And you know it’s on my ass.
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Krave
I am an intermediate poet. I began performing spoken word as an outlet; a way to release what I feel in a safe environment. I quickly fell in love with it. Now I perform and write poetry as a hobby. I’m here to share my thoughts and inner feelings. Hopefully along the way I will inspire somebody🙏🏽. Please feel free to provide feedback, share stories/ feelings or simply tell me if you like these things.
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