Run, sprint, hurry, fly, quickly now -
you must move fast,
there's no time to take a break;
no time to breathe.
We must race and rush with arms out
to the end of our lives,
never thinking of the present.
And when you hear the cursed word
time
you must feel afraid -
anxiety must creep into your bones
and be buried into your heart
for it is continuously running out
and we haven't enough.
And when you dream
when you hope
when you wish
it must be for more time
it must be to have a place longer on this world
that moves too quickly to handle.
And if anyone ever tells you to
stop moving so fast
or
to take a break and breathe
you must alert the authorities -
revolutionaries are not allowed.
No matter what they say
time will not stretch on
(but why would you measure time
when it never ends?)
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Folie à Deux
PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
