Time

I think the most confusing element

We try to understand in life

Is time

 

Time is unchanging

Something unknown

To the human race

 

Time never stops

Unlike anything else

Because everything ends

 

Time always keeps going

No matter if we want it to or not

But we just move on

 

Time is always the same pace

It never slows down

It never speeds up

 

We’re always waiting

For time to work itself out

For time to move faster
 

And if we aren’t waiting

We’re praying that time would slow

So we could live in the moment a little longer

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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