Time is the hours, minutes, and seconds
that constantly change and only move forward.
Time is a period shared among people
filled with moments of sorrow
filled with moments of freedom
filled with moments of joy
filled with moments we wish to be in
again.
In sorrow, time can have an immense weight,
that we carry,
up a hill.
Time can ****.
In joy, time is a feather,
it flies away,
goes unnoticed,
quick and gone,
all done.
In most moments time seems to
give the rough and take the sweet.
But there are times
when time is not existent.
All is still,
I breathe in
and appreciate all that is right and wrong
I breathe out
and then, time goes on.