Time
The clock ticks away
Our lives geared on a super highway
The seconds turn to minutes
Mouthing out into an ocean of hours.
When we were little
Time was nothing we got concerned about
Playing in the open air
Filled with joy, happiness, joy and flair.
Then we hit high school
The playful times we shared turned into a fool
Personalities change
Conversations turn into a shooting range.
How will we fit into broken societies?
After fifty years of working
Some will sit and look back at their living.
Some will regret not a single decision
Long lost friends will be cremated.
A cycle complete
Death boasting on another winning.
The cycle repeats,
when one head lies
And a new head cries.
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Thorns of Life
PoetryVOLUME 1 If time could turn back in clocks Maybe then I'd free you from those locks If time travel were possible To the past, for you I would go I would save you from yourself Give you some helpful advice I wish I could do things differently, Maybe...
