time

[natasha Khan]

time is a fragment of out imagination all it does is run
and there’s no way we can catch up to it because ones its done ITS DONE
Every minute every second we reaching to our death and once we are gone
there is no coming back . Things that hurt and cause us pain are the thingswe go back to. Not thinkingevery time we do that the things that love us hurt to .Time is running and catching it is impossible. we wait for the rite opportunity for it to come through and if we miss it we have to wait and other century but by that time we will be getting ready to leave .when the silence in the room is unbearable then we'll know that every thing is done .Time catches us of guard and ones we run out the people that ones loved us will move on no doubt .My ignorance and madness is only because i know that ones we’re out time is our minds don’t need to grow so I let it all out now so time can hear me that I don’t really care "why don't you come and get me”