Time
A never-ending event
through which our life is planned.
an instant that dictates our life
But time is only numbers.
Everything in its sphere
what if time stood still?
I can’t even comprehend it, as I’m not even sure its real
I wish it would just go away and leave me to have some peace.
It’s only a matter of time
til I stand over you, ruler of all
and with each tick I’m older, growing only like a callous
an hourglass is nothing like the Jersey turnpike.
It is from the Day of our Lives Fancy Face.
I wish time would stop so I could make more money.
But how to get paid by the hour
time is for the worms, you sonofabitch.
1 comment:
The best part is that I didn't add anything to this poem just manipulated what was there. I did have to omitt a couple of lines though. All in all I really like it.
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