Time

Crow.

I use to think 

time

was my 

enemy

stealing all things

precious 

to me

I use to think

time 

was extremely 

evil

killing all of my 

hopes and dreams

That was until

I tried to 

take my own

time away

now

I think 

time 

is my 

brother 

we live 

side by side

needing each other 

to live

time is my 

Best friend

I can always 

rely upon 

it

Time 

is a gift 

that was 

given to me

by the

Man up stairs 

Time 

is great 

Time is the reason 

that we are here

but 

Time 

may not exist

  • Author: Crow (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2017 10:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Time exists and it continually varies in speed. Good write.



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