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Time a slave or master

Mind plays it’s own game 

the sun sets and rises as it’s own pace 

yet why heart feels the time’s running 

as if the sand is falling too fast 

like the hourglass got infinite holes 

 

mind plays it’s own game 

the clock runs at its own pace 

yet why heart desires if a second could be a minute 

a minute an hour 

maybe the deadline’s approaching too fast 

while people wish for time to change 

stagnant it is 

yet heart desires for it to stop 

maybe the future is uncertain 

who knows what colours it shall paint 

maybe present is precious 

the heart seems to live in past 

yet wishes the future to be  delayed 

 

The seconds passed

so did the minutes and hour 

and so did the years of pleasant moments 

the race was there 

so were  we 

for a moment can you stop please

 

the good times stop 

the bad times run 

time are you an archer shooting arrows 

arrows of goal 

 

Time are you a knight ?

what is actually time ?

maybe defined by you and me 

maybe ancient citizens didn’t care about time ?

 

time a wanderlust 

time a falling sand 

time which isn’t in;

In anyone of our hands…..