What Time Is It
Time is a funny thing
that plays jokes on us -
teasing and tormenting
laughing in our faces
while we struggle to exist
and feel the world around us -
catching up to us
only to leave us behind
as it races towards the future
still heavy-laden with the past!
Somehow the present is lost
becoming a non-entity
of useless living
as plans and memories
take priority over
heres and nows!
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
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