Time Time passes by, But what does it pass? Is time seemingly taking away your chances, Your opportunities? Is it taking away friends, Or taking away love? Time was made by man, Yet time seems to make a man. Are we, the people then to be blamed, For the creation of time? Time forces us to rush, to hurry, Maybe to pass things by. Time controls a man. Do people die because of passing time? Is that our excuse, our reason? How could it be the reason when we made-up time? If time heals all wounds, What then did we do before time? What would it be called if there never was “time”? When people want to grow-up, We say, “Give it time.” But is time ours to give away? Time controls us. Time has no mind.. It seems to be like a programmed robot. Never changing. Never giving a those few extra minutes to get up, Or to wash your hair. Have we created a monster? Has our creation turned against us? A time machine the never seems to end? We’ve entered hopeless battle With an invincible, yet non-existent force. Is life better because of time or are we worse off? Are we, the people, time, or just the creators? What then, is time?
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by the un-thinkable meaning of time. In this poem I wish to challange the reader to consider time and it's many mysteries.
Birth sign: Cancer
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