Remains the Last Minute

A Poem by Kyanie

What do we look for in this life? What comes after we have reached our goal?

The minute hand will never catch up to the hour. Whenever I look at the clock, it reminds me of how quick time moves when the future is already come. Looking at the past that has just been gone for a minute; a second after a second, knowing that it will never come back again, and instead falls inside of eternity. We have no way of ever seeing it again, our eyes only bring back thoughts from our imaginations of what we saw pass, but it will never come back. We waste our time on the small things that can never do us any good in the future, which disappears like nothing in the end; as if it was never there. The feeling to grasp on to this continuous movement going forward, and to let go is to fall behind; to die. Never will always be never, gone will always be gone, the future will always be our imagination of what comes after the present, but the future will never come because although it is near, it will never come to stay. Every step we take, the moment we wake up, the clock times us to always continue on to this future we will never reach, a goal that doesn’t exist. And while we now live in the present, we see that everything that exists after us is infinite; is future. We must now aim for the best preserving the thoughts for better dreams.