Thank-You For Your Time Poem by icy storm

Time waits for nobody.
We are living our lives in nothing more than borrowed time.
Clawing with our fingernails through our darkest times, like a wandering worm traveling through the deepest darkest soils of earth.

Fools spend and waste time.
not knowing they will never return to an time they have once lived,
or see a time another has once seen.
They say 'the time is now'.
so cliche and such a lie.
For time is both
now and THEN.

Moments come and pass like seasons of our lives.
There is a time to rejoice.
There is a time to forget.

We are nothing more than dust blowing in the wind.
A tiny droplet of water in an endless ocean of unused time.
In their deepest darkest moments.
Hanging onto life by a mere thread.
A mere thread created by ones will to survive, or
ones fear of death.
One takes the time to write down their feelings as death creeps upon them.
Writing a few words before the sieze to exist.
Writing blindly the few words they have gathered over time.
A few simple words that mean so much to them.

The hands of a clock tick.
So predictable
So percise.
we live our lives around these ticking hands.
You may wait for time but time will not wait for you.
If you wait too long time will creep up behind you like a shadow.
Plain to see in the light but impossible to see in the dark, time will slowly destroy you.
Taking away everything you once were,
everything that you live for,
Slowly turning you into a masterpiece of times terrible,
yet elegant work.
Time will wear you away.

So hold onto your time for it is not yours to keep.
You are borrowing time from life.
Untill the day life wants all borrowed time back.
You begin to run out of time.
As time slowly wears you away your tiny life you will write.
You will take all remaining time you have to write down the words in your head.
The few small words that make you...
Human.
Time waits for nobody.
I am writing blindly.