The Concept of Time

Mon, 02/22/2021 - 19:39 -- Krave

It keeps escaping me

Slipping through my grasp 

Itcontinues to pass

Running laps on my ass

Never know when it’s going to be my last

I try not to be sad 

Every task is elongated 

With the hopes of perfecting the craft

Then it screams nope! 
What a sick joke.

It keeps escaping me

Slipping through my grasp 

it continues to pass

Me by, 

Running laps on my ass

Never know when it’s going to be my last

So I try not to be sad 

Every task is elongated 

With the hopes of perfecting the craft

Then it screams (or yells) nope! 

It’s like trickery ,

Maybe even witchery 

It’s the thing, 

you never can get back you know

Well, hopes it moves slow but no

Leaving me in the past

Though I gotta remain present 

(To be a blessing/ keep from stressing)

Time is of the essence 

And you know it’s on my ass. It’s like trickery ,

Maybe even witchery 

It’s the thing, 

you never can get back

you know

Well, hopes- it moves slow, but no

Leaving me in the past

Though I gotta remain present 

To keep from stressing

Time is of the essence 

And you know it’s on my ass. 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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