Time scapes..

Time scapes..

A Poem by Lizardo

There is no time...
Time scapes from our hands
We see what we do
In a big flat screen of the mind

Theres not enough time
To complete everything 
Theres not enough time
to pay atention at broken hearts
Of people who you don't know

Flashing colors in our eyes
The time seeks to scape
We know what happens whe time
Scapes from our reality

We go the endless rest...

Time scapes from our hands
Everyday we're getting older
And we still haven't fullfil our dreams

Times is the worst enemy of the dreamer
The dreamer is hold on to the law of time

The world passing through your eyes...
Everysingle thing you can think off right
Is happening now..
Time is going faster in time

The second law of thermodynamics
Says that in an Isolated system
The entropy will only increase
Believe it or not
Entropy is increasing by the day
The Disorder is incrising by the day...

From space to earth
Prepering themselves for the great mistake

Andromeda colliding with the MilkyWay
in about 4 billion years
to create another beautiful galaxy call
Milkdromeda
The universe 
a beautiful symphony that never ceases

History of earth
is tied up with time
Another 4 minutes have pass
And I use my time pretty well
Writing this poem

Another hour will pass
And I'll get older by the hour
Another 60 years will pass
And someday 
I will probably Die 

© 2015 Lizardo


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you've explained the importance of time very well....... excellent poem... i liked the tinge of science very much!!!!! keep it up :) thanks for sharing!! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lizardo

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much harshita :) I appreciete it a lot !

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