This is a poem I wrote about time, obviously. (:

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Time is a maze full of bends and curves.

Sometimes, you are turned around and sent in a circle;

Other times, the finish line is where you are headed, but something causes you to make an abrupt turn.

Time is big, full of pain and suffering, like the ocean’s tiny seashell beaten and withered by waves.

Time is cramped and crazed, an endless fad made by God but molded to society. 

 

Time ages a human, never ceasing to burden and bother those it consumes. 

Time is here and now, and it will never return to its previous self.

 

No, ‘tis true time will be here one moment then gone the next. 

Time will leave you searching for answers, sometimes begging for more.

 

Time may alter us, change us for the better or the worse, but time is real.

Time may be dreaded and shunned, but it will never leave us.

Simply, time will change as we do- into the infinite.

 

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