Time Poem by aigis nalian

Time



It feels like I’m running, on an endless treadmill,
Faster and faster and faster to fill,
The gap between me and an unknown destination,
Yet I’ve gotten nowhere, to my consternation...

I've suddenly lost count, of the tiny beads of time...
Cos they're suddenly too many, they slip right out of sight...
Down the rabbit hole, my time, my precious time...
They skip, they bounce, suddenly take flight...

Like specks of dust, like sandy grain,
Like a fleeting moment of summer rain,
Exhilarating moments, now evaporated, extinct...
Some blurry images, some so distinct...

The future, my friend, 'tis a funny place,
'Cos its no more, when we get there at last,
When everyday, we run this ugly rat race,
We've lost out on our present, made it our past...

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