What can I say?
That it makes the world go round’?
That if it disappears, I will too?
If I said that, it’ll probably all be true.
It seems like, that’s all I have less of these days.
I wonder if I slow down, the time will as well.
Will it keep speeding pass me, like a bullet?
I don’t understand it.
I want time to go by fast, in bad times, and slow in good.
But it doesn’t work that way.
The exact opposite.
Why, must you be so precious?
Precious, like ones life?
Or a baby’s first step.
In time, we realize… that’s what matters.
It won’t last forever.
Written by: Samantha.