Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔

97th Poem: Time

Time.

A noun that dictates our lives.

We either have too little or touch much,

sometimes in our control and other times not.

Time. 

A noun too hard to grasp, 

a noun some ask for more of

and others ask for less.

Time.

Tick tock tick tock,

there goes the clock,

one day goes and another flies by-

sometimes we think time goes by too fast 

and other times too slow..

Funny thing is, time moves at its own pace, the same one everyday.

Sometimes, time scares us, sometimes time helps us,

sometimes time tricks us and sometimes time freaking makes us lose our flipping minds as we wait for the last bell of the school year to ring so we can blast through the halls and go home

A/N

Wow.. but that ending tho! XD

I think I'm going to end this book at 100 poems...