You can
stand still
but it never stands with you
Sit still,
it runs from you
Chase it,
It flies
Abstract complexions
with given names,
never ceases,
never tamed.
We are stitched
to days,
drenched in time
Is there enough time,
for all that’s mine?
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
You can
stand still
but it never stands with you
Sit still,
it runs from you
Chase it,
It flies
Abstract complexions
with given names,
never ceases,
never tamed.
We are stitched
to days,
drenched in time
Is there enough time,
for all that’s mine?
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