It would be really sublime
if you could give us your best rhyme
in this short amount of time
And I know, to attempt to do so is foolish as can be
but think about it:
time is merely what?
On one hand, feeling nothing
more than a figment of the mind,
an inkling of thoughts
Something that one believes is solid, real,
but it’s often not.
Time is as inconsistent as can be,
Sometimes short as a dot,
sometimes longer than eternity.
It can seem scary, frightening, unnerving,
wavering, gripping you to the very core.
Because of all the things on this planet earth,
regarding time,
I wish I had more.