Time

by goldie   Jun 3, 2006


What is the thing called time?
The thing that controls
Our mind.
And the way we live our lives.
Time,
The thing we run by.
When we sleep
When we eat
All goes along,
With the thing
Known as
Time.

I believe,
There are too
Little hours
In a day
And too little time
For everything
And anything.
The thing called time
Goes by too fast.
And never gives a warning
When it'll end.
The thing called time
Is a very odd thing.
It means so much
Yet it means so little,
Depending on what you do
In that time.

Having time to spend is wonderful
But when you're limited it's horrible
Being able to do anything
Without worrying
To have fun and enjoy everything
Without caring when it'll end
In the time of life
People try and find
What the purpose of life is
What they should do in their life
Why they were put on this earth
Time is something that's always there
Giving you a bother
With the tick tock tick tock
Time is something that is made
To start one day and to the the other
But if there was no time
Years and months and days
Would never be there
No need to rush
No need to be on time
Be anywhere and everywhere
Without a care
Time is something
That freaks people out
Making them think
When will I die
How much sleep will I get
What time is it, am I late

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