Time is Running OutA Poem by AnnalisaWritten in May 2008.We always complain that there Isn’t enough time. The days are too short, Too many things to do, Too many people to please. But time goes nowhere, It never stops, never increases. We waste the infinite time we have Worrying about not having much left. We create fictional units, Dissected and distributed So our lazy minds can comprehend. Units that never change and yet are never the same. Seconds, minutes, hours, days. Our set units of time that we check off and discard, Concentrating more on what we’ve lost then what we have left. One day gone by, check. Another year in the past, check. Why do we insist on the countdown? Are we so anxious to get to our deaths? © 2008 AnnalisaFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on May 18, 2008 Last Updated on October 29, 2008 AuthorAnnalisaWashington DCAboutHey ya'll. Honestly Bios always kinda creep me out, I mean what do you say to people that you've never met? Or even if you do know them how do you describe yourself in anything other that "I'm Annalis.. more..Writing
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