He lost his job yesterday But the bills, they just kept comin'
I feel young recently But time itself, it just kept movin'
She lost her beloved But the memories, they just kept emergin'
I saw my ex-lover But when we laid eyes, we just kept goin'
He met his lost friend But when he tried to talk, he just kept leavin'
The dog dropped its treat in the river But when it tried to get it, it just kept driftin'
The poem tried to end itself But when it reached here, it just kept goin'
The poet tried to find himself But he failed, he just kept writin'
The couplets tried to find reason But alas, continuation just kept happenin'
Time must go on, even if we chose to stay But time is impartial. It just keeps goin'
We are insignificant creatures of this world and a slave to things like time and change. We may get taken aback by negative experiences, suffer through them and despair about them, but people move on. We may enjoy happiness and great moments, but time moves on. But what power we have, is to write about it. And keep time inside of our writings. And to express our feelings about it.