Time
Time is a butterfly,
One that flies away
Before we can
Ever reach it.
Try as we might
It always proceeds,
Moving itself forward.
No matter how much
We wish it to stop.
It matters not,
What happens
In our lives
Or our world.
It will always
Keep passing,
Without worry or care
For anyone
Or anything
For these things
Are simple fads,
That go out
As quickly as they come.
Copyright © Kiikii Squeaky | Year Posted 2010
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