sorenbarrett

Time

One day I was given the time of my life

It was not just any time,

but my time

It was a time being

I took my time

and had time on my hands

It was never down

but always up

One day it ran out

I found that it waits for no man

It flew,

but also crawled,

dragging on,

It went on and by,

moving on,

then stood still

It is so short

Now time is my worst enemy

but killing it is no answer

I guess it\'s time to go

served in prisons

and any line at a fast food place