Why does time
fly so much faster
when you're having
fun?
I wish
I had the power
to pause time.
Then maybe,
I could stay here
for a much
longer time,
away from reality
itself,
and the endless
responsibilities.
There's so much time,
but compared
to our lives,
we barely have any.
There's so much time,
but it can also
be taken away
from us
just as quickly
as we've obtained it.
Why is time
so unreliable?
It can go fast
when you're happy,
and slow
when you're sad.
I want to stay here,
where I am,
for a longer time.
If time
was bought
with money,
I'd find a way
to get more
and more.
If time
was bought
with money,
how far
would a person go
to obtain more
and more?
How far
would I go?
Only if time
didn't
existence.
-A
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A/N - I wrote this poem super quickly. I could've added a lot more, but I didn't want it to be super long. Time is such complicated thing, right? :,)
