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Age and Time

Time run things Not people, It decide when to go fast, when to pause And when to stand still to make a minute Feels like hours, No wonder we feel strain every time The circle tick. We stop living to let the universe Decide our destinations, Time brings all things to line, It gives perspective, Nurture us to make plans and dream about wishes That may never come through. Them struggling, we must give it names, He’s always on the move it must be ADHD, Mental instability, why don’t we call it depression. Relationships are dying; it might be the end of age, Time moves But we remain the same, There is no time, forget about the intercession, She’s still unmarried she’s running out of time, No kids she shouldn’t wait until she is 40. He’s been in office for long, why can’t we see the movement, Everyone is having an inner conversation, No one seems to find fault, no one is talking The man is moving in circle with no plans, We must give him REBOOST He might start the PLAY, Why doesn’t he drink SCORE to unravel the MONSATER Within? Energy might keep him awake at night. The time is moving, but it keeps on rotating and restarting, Who is really moving this time? Forget about time, everyone belongs in paper town, Nothing is real, it’s just an opinion We just in the season where everyone is looking for a reason Ambition without solution is just a conjunction. Stand in the light For every unspoken word becomes a lie. The time is now, Stop waiting. Stand in the light until every drop of spot Light recognise you, Because the time is always now. Stop envying mine; I’m just a mess waiting to be saved. Our times will never be the same, if you few seconds Late it doesn’t mean you’ll never make it to the finish line. TIME and AGE is just an illusion.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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