Time
Time is so important
To me, to you, to them.
Without it what would we be?
But beings living a monotonous existence.
It can pass both fast and slow,
And follows rules all of its own.
We try to stop it.
Make us stay young.
But still we have not
Ever played with for fear.
Of screwing it up.
Of making mistakes.
Of changing the past, present, or future.
So we only dream of traveling through it.
And so it passes,
By and by.
Slipping through our fingers.
Always passing on and on.
Following its own rules.
Time and Time.
Again.
This piece is a poem that I wrote. It is obviously poetry, but it follows no specific format. This poem talks about time and its mysteries, and how we have tried to stop it, slow it, and always seem to fail. It is my favorite because it talks about something that no one really understands and so you kind of have free-range with it, as long as you stay somewhat reasonable. I got the idea for it because the school year seemed to be passing both fast and slow all at the same time.
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