Time
I was promised all the time in the world
Oh, but what a joke it was
For time can only be stop by one,
He holds the timer for our lives,
His thumb is on the clicker
And before it's begun, i'ts already done,
No second chance, No lingers
Even then, No less a second,
You won't know what hit you
Promising no time is due,
Sweet pleasants he'll whisper,
Luring you in with false truths
Until you're ensnared in his trap,
And when he's done, Only then will you notice that your time has run flat...
This poem is about:
Our world
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