Time, so oft my friend,
Yet Time, so oft my enemy.
Why do hurry so?
Inciting all this enmity?
I cannot think before you're gone,
A false persona must I don?
To act as if I've mastered you,
While missing every other que,
People say the world's too fast,
And I might say so too.
Why don't you sit,
Stay for a time.
Give space to think,
And space to rhyme.
I do not think that slowing down,
For you'd be such a crime.
But then again, perhaps I just
Should ne'er had thought you mine.
-Unspoken
