New Year, but I feel the same

The clock is always flashing before our eyes, days becomes weeks, weeks become months, and months become years. We can do nothing but watch our lives continue on without ever feeling like we've lived.

I cannot go back

I cant redo the mistakes I made yesterday

or ignore the pain I faced a day before

I cant hide from the demons of my past

neither can I change ...people say things never last

but this pain is everlasting

who lied to me?

who let this time run pass?

who let these years become so sad...so dark

can we go back? I know we cant

just had to ask

people set timers, mark calendars, and reset their phones

they want to be caught up

up to date

but the thing is, we can never be on time

time has left us to rot

we think for one second were okay

the next were sad

why was I happy 3 seconds ago?
"I swear I just laughed" you said, but that has now become the past

now you're contemplating the importance of your life

funny how much this whole time thing can last

how sad you can be one second

and mad the next.

things are never permanent

but this concept of time, this never ending time

oh I swear that last

it doesnt stop

tick tock tick tock

how do you feel now?

how will you feel in a minute?

who knows...

only time can tell

this timer that clocks down the the moment we pass

then once again, it falls back to time

to declare when the exact moment we died

"what time did their heart beat stop" I hear...what time 

then we become just a piece of everyones past.

dead.

you become a time

a date

you become apart of that calendar, a day people mark down to remember you by

remember the time you were alive

you become someones yesterday

someones sad year

you become nothing but time

the timer is the puppet master

and us my dear,

we are held by strings

the strings that glide along that clock

we do not live every life by the second, whatever that means

we live our life trying to figure out what happened to us 3 seconds before and how we became so sad

we do not life our life prepared for the next day

like the cliche "were not promised tomorrow"

wouldnt even matter anyway, we live our life trying to understand our yesterday

this idea of time and trying to be on some schedule doesnt seem quite realistic to me

cause to be fairly honest with you

as i write this

i think about what compelled me

in my past

to even write about time

i forgot what made me intrigued to do so

then i think, does this make sense

why did i write that

another past tense

i do not for one second take into consideration about how people will interpret this in the future

im too busy about all these errors i will soon have to create once im finished

the mistakes i made in the past.

what seems like a long time ago

but it was 3 seconds ago

my past

when i was confused

and now i am finished

and here again,

i feel sad.

why do i feel sad?

what made me feel sad

this time thing

ensures nothing last.

Author's Note

who even knows.

Reviews

[likesgreeneggsandham]

very complex ideas well expressed