00:54A Poem by SWANNIf
we get to the deepest philosophical thought, Then, time is the only thing that we’ve really got. Sometimes
counting minutes is like counting the stars, The
immense possibility we have from every second building up.
Ironic
it is, spending time on counting minutes… I
thought while seating on an empty train back. I
breathe the air of cynics, I
am the time, that’s why I’m never enough.
Good-looking
features, broken childhood. What
a perfect combination to live in the mute. The
perfect recipe to feel the disastrous time For
all broken people, who are waiting for their time to expire.
While
on the train back, I made a straight connection, that time is our death. Time
is our future, our hope, our happiness, and our faith. Time
takes our loved ones, and time let’s our children be born. Time
is a taker, a giver, a killer, and a womb….
But
most of all, time is the only thing that we’ve really got.
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