It's everything but nothing all in one.
You lose sight of it ,
No matter how hard your grip is ,
Like a candle being lit ,
It cries its own tears ,
Neither does it quit ,
Until it has reached its limit .
Limit huh?
Does that mean we've ran out of it ?
Time I mean ,
Does time ever stop ?
Like in our dreams?
Back and fourth I go ,
Fighting this battle with time ,
It's inconsistent flow ,
Time is nothing but a dime .
Hard to find ,
Harder to keep ,
Always shines ,
But you gotta dig deep ,
And all you'll find are lies ,
Lies so antique,
We call it time to tender our lives .
21 October 23
