Life, Time, and Space


Life just flys,

so quickly by.

So fast, that it makes my eye

think about other’s lives, that I hate to pry.

Others lead me to the moon

and then to great outer space, around the time of noon.

I trace the thoughts of being a loon,

because all I see is black liquid with sugar sprinkles in a laced up silver spoon.

 “Life, time, and space” I sigh,

“I wish it was a lie.”


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