Time is a powerful concept that we live our lives by.

Even before we are born we have our lives mapped out and have a deadline to accomplish our goals.

We are expected to know what we want to do with our lives at a young age, even if we are trying to figure out who we are.

Time is always running and it seems like we can't catch up.

It feels like we are always late and never on time.

As we grow older we realize that we were never running against time but against the expectations of everyone.

There is so much time we spend on trying to fulfill the ideas that others of us; that we forget who we are.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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