A Poem For Time

Time is like a song.
It can be fast or slow,
Or long or short.
Sometimes it seems like time pauses,
and sometimes almost ten years pass
in seemingly one night.

When this happens is almost seems
like a dream.
Everyone is different now
And your childhood friends have grown up
along with yourself.
But who are you now?

Time passed by so fast
that it left little time for
self discovery and now
you don't even know
who you am anymore.
That is why time is gold.

You don't have much of it
but you want to enjoy it,
because it will be gone
In the blink of an eye
leaving you to wonder
who you really are.