Time Poem by Benjamin EvansRaspison

Time is what make the world go round,
For future generation to see,
Until they are buried,
Or rather thrown to the ground.

Why do we bother,
You,
Me,
She,
He.

It’s important to change,
But it's very hard,
Don’t turn that page,
Dagger to the heart.

Like a gun to the head,
Oh wait I'm already dead.

Find some quiet space,
Some time to think,
Better touch base,
Before i start to sink,

You may be a dreamer,
Tired and uptight,
You may not even be a believer,
Well that’s a load of sh***.

Wanting to be loved,
To be special,
To have you.

To have fallen for the last time,
Stop,
Dead.

Time is the only illusion.