Time used to breathe, like us.
But then we turned it into sand
we turned it into a commodity,
something that can be spent, wasted, served
We shackle our wrists with it.
I wish sometimes that we can go back
to a time where time just is
where you can 'waste' a day
doing whatever makes you happy
and not feel ashamed.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC
Time used to breathe, like us.
But then we turned it into sand
we turned it into a commodity,
something that can be spent, wasted, served
We shackle our wrists with it.
I wish sometimes that we can go back
to a time where time just is
where you can 'waste' a day
doing whatever makes you happy
and not feel ashamed.
A lot of this poem is from a Vsauce video! Not completely original workk.
