A Poet's Scripts

Time

Time passes us. 

Constantly. 

There is never a time where time does not exist.

Memories are past times, though about in the present time.

A paradox of time, if you will.

Thinking about time just to pass time.

Time controls our lives. 

We rush, to get somewhere on time,

get stressed when there is not enough time.

 Our time comes to an end.

And then we are just a memory.

A past time, thought about to pass time.