Time is an old man sitting, watching a sunset.
It goes on, and on.
It never looks at its surroundings, but continues through
Hearing and sensing his surroundings.
Time is a magician, a master at tricks and illusions.
It is a hall of mirrors, sometimes disfiguring the truth
But when you emerge, reality comes rushing back at you.
Time is a blank canvas that is swathed in the colors of our lives
We are born with time, but we don't know how much.
As we use our time, we are creating beautiful paintings.
They may be horrifying images, but when crafted as one they form striking visages.
Time is the river cutting though a glacier,
Slicing its way through the world, not waiting for anyone or anything.
It pushes its way through, sometimes leisurely,
Other times swiftly.
Time is the cold that seeps and drugs that destroy, that take away our time
The dazzling stars of success, the goals we reach too early
Take away our time.
Time is the sun that shines and warms our earth, giving us time
The hard work and determination, reaching our goals with pure willpower
Gives us time.
Time strangles and consumes, as a cave swallows the light,
We become obsessed with time and the need for it.
We cannot escape its unbreakable bounds that hold us
We are shackled to the acknowledgment of time.
We must leave it behind and live our lives,
We must push it to the back of our minds
Live our lives as they are,
Because we
Cannot change time.
It goes on, and on.
It never looks at its surroundings, but continues through
Hearing and sensing his surroundings.
Time is a magician, a master at tricks and illusions.
It is a hall of mirrors, sometimes disfiguring the truth
But when you emerge, reality comes rushing back at you.
Time is a blank canvas that is swathed in the colors of our lives
We are born with time, but we don't know how much.
As we use our time, we are creating beautiful paintings.
They may be horrifying images, but when crafted as one they form striking visages.
Time is the river cutting though a glacier,
Slicing its way through the world, not waiting for anyone or anything.
It pushes its way through, sometimes leisurely,
Other times swiftly.
Time is the cold that seeps and drugs that destroy, that take away our time
The dazzling stars of success, the goals we reach too early
Take away our time.
Time is the sun that shines and warms our earth, giving us time
The hard work and determination, reaching our goals with pure willpower
Gives us time.
Time strangles and consumes, as a cave swallows the light,
We become obsessed with time and the need for it.
We cannot escape its unbreakable bounds that hold us
We are shackled to the acknowledgment of time.
We must leave it behind and live our lives,
We must push it to the back of our minds
Live our lives as they are,
Because we
Cannot change time.