TIME

Sun, 10/28/2018 - 15:39 -- Matolda

Life counts down like the clock
Heart pulse is life's expensive time

Life too weird to live
Time too rare to seek

Time is illusion
After every heart pulse;can't be reversed

Years past, friends die,time's rare
Never know when to say your goodbye

Or to go back more seeking to be a kid
Playing with sands and never get old

Life is but a dream for dead
Time is but a pest to mankind; MORTAL

Life and time are one thread the same side view
But different Angles..

Tick tock...time moves faster
Gghm ghmm pulse hit faster

Wish I could control this time.
Wish I could save this life.
Time's illusion..

© EDIOMO ETUK, 2018

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