The days may feel slow
but I swear time passes so fast.
So this is me, telling you,
take advantage of the time you have.
Time is a complicated scenario
that cannot be described in any amount
of colorful adjectives.
Time is the dreams at your fingertips
and the bittersweet opportunities you can taste
at the tip of your tongue.
Time is the walk to the end of the shaky pier,
as the fluorescent red and pink sunset
fades to dusk.
Time is the moth that hopelessly follows the light.
It’s the rejected and the abandoned.
Time is the experience
behind a young soldiers
aging eyes.
Time is the constant reminder
that you will see someone take their last breath,
but you will never experience the last wave
climb upon the shore.
So don’t wait for the good
that’s coming tomorrow,
because what if tomorrow
never comes?
Time is limited,
now is infinite.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
The days may feel slow
but I swear time passes so fast.
So this is me, telling you,
take advantage of the time you have.
Time is a complicated scenario
that cannot be described in any amount
of colorful adjectives.
Time is the dreams at your fingertips
and the bittersweet opportunities you can taste
at the tip of your tongue.
Time is the walk to the end of the shaky pier,
as the fluorescent red and pink sunset
fades to dusk.
Time is the moth that hopelessly follows the light.
It’s the rejected and the abandoned.
Time is the experience
behind a young soldiers
aging eyes.
Time is the constant reminder
that you will see someone take their last breath,
but you will never experience the last wave
climb upon the shore.
So don’t wait for the good
that’s coming tomorrow,
because what if tomorrow
never comes?
Time is limited,
now is infinite.
In creative writing, we had to write a poem of advice to someone. This was my personal outcome.
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