Time . One of the slowest , yet fastest things I know . Having the ability to pass in a second while also having the strength to stop and drag along . I hate time . Especially when all my time is spent waiting on others . It’s like time is just idling , lagging , falling farther and farther behind . until it becomes nothing , nothing but a clock with no hands , all because of a decision .
I decided to spend all of my time just waiting, standing by without cause because time was on hold . but if I only knew what pausing time would do. Leaving me w the feeling of being lost and confused . Maybe then I would have just pressed play even if that meant I had to play by myself at least time would have been pressed to move along . instead of yearning for company . Imagine passing through infinity .. How lonely that would be . To never have anyone to tell my dreams ? That would not be an ideal fantasy . Yet time is forced , with me in the passenger seat , to break itself down . Demanded to spend half of itself alone. Completely cloaked Half in radiant light Half in soul ******* darkness But always ALL alone . What would this world be without time ? The world would be me . Alone yet free . Alone but free . But being alone and free is for eternity not for me .
What do you think this poem is really about ? Writing this made me realize how abstract my poetry is and I love that . I love understanding what I do .