As we go about life
It seems as if we never have enough time
So we strive
To put everything in a schedule
A firm line
Of routines and plans
Beauty is something that fades
And seasons are things that change
People come and go
Just like the wind can change the directions it will blow
But even in the midst of this
With generations come
And generations gone
Time is endless
Something that passes without our control
As human beings we take things for granted
Things we later regret not cherishing
Such as this, we are with time
Something unending
Yet something we can't take back
Once it's gone
But time well wasted
Isn't wasted time at all
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Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
