Time is of the essence
Or at least that is what they say
For what if I told you
That there really is no time of day?
For I have seen the years
Pass on and fly by
With you silly humans
Always glancing at me
With those watchful eyes
Always desperately trying
To catch up with the time
What if I told you
To stop facing these twelve numbers of mine?
For do you not think it is better
To simply just face even perhaps the sky?
For to live in the future
And to always think ahead
I can promise will do you more harm than good
For one day you will look
At these twelve numbers of mine
And realise you are already
Towards the very end
Of a barely lived life
YOU ARE READING
sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
