Time is just a thing.
u can't ever have to little.
u can always have enough.
But when u look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
u see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
u can't ever have to little.
u can always have enough.
But when u look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
u see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
Artwork by me
Sitting right where u are
u have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u are nothing to me
No matter how u try
What do u care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u don't know me
No matter how u try
Why are u here?
u know I don't want you
I told u to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
u can't mold me
No matter how u try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
isaac
