Tick tick tick tick
Watching it won't speed it up
But neither will turning away
Time is an illusion, left to the eye
Of each individual who must decide
What an increment of time
Can possibly mean to them
Is it too soon? Or far too late?
How can you set an hour base
When time fluctuates from each of us
My interpretation, is not the same as yours
Nothing can be standard for all
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryRandom poetry I write whenever the topics vary widely. At this point, I much prefer free verse. While I occasionally use a rhyming scheme, or a sonnet, I will always opt for a free verse over them as I have discovered I have a knack for even talking...
