We invented the clock
To mark the seconds we've wasted
Such a cynical creation
For those who lack patience
We acknowledge moments
That have already passed by
But we don't question why
We feel the need to measure time
We have past, present, and future
And we sit and analyze
Instead of living our lives
Because we don't realize
That time keeps moving on
There's no pause or rewind
And soon you may find
That we can't control time.
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A little piece of me
PoetrySome amateur poems and the occasional rant. Titles with *** at the end are my personal favorites