Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2019
Time
is
an illusion,
a human construct
made
to compromise
with
schedules
or
procrastination.

Time
is what we blame
for
our shortcomings;
what we
make
responsible
for
our healings.

And
we say
that time
is priceless,

that
they can't be bought


mainly
because


they don't exist.
Not in any way written to spark a debate.
Babylyn
Written by
Babylyn  29/F/Earth
(29/F/Earth)   
  161
     Kouvr Quinn, Zia, victoria, Bogdan Dragos, yv and 1 other
Please log in to view and add comments on poems