
Time
I think the most confusing element
We try to understand in life
Is time
Time is unchanging
Something unknown
To the human race
Time never stops
Unlike anything else
Because everything ends
Time always keeps going
No matter if we want it to or not
But we just move on
Time is always the same pace
It never slows down
It never speeds up
We’re always waiting
For time to work itself out
For time to move faster
And if we aren’t waiting
We’re praying that time would slow
So we could live in the moment a little longer
This poem is about:
Our world