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The Workings of Time

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Time is quite simple.
I know this is true.
How can you control it?
When it controls you?

Ticking and tocking.
Winding and whirring.
Its hands push us forward.
Entrancing and luring.

If its one thing that’s true,
It’s that time is no friend.
In the grains of an hour,
Life can begin and end.

We’re warned not to waste it.
And yet people still.
They squander their lives,
In pursuit of a thrill.

But all of this nonsense,
Applies not to me.
And that is because,
I’m sort of special, you see.

I’m not immortal,
In the sense in your head.
I’m quite far from living.
In fact, I’m quite dead.
My first submission as a deviant artist. :w00t: This poem is something I worked up one day while I was sitting around and listening to "Time" off of Pink Floyd's Darkside of the Moon. I hope all who read it enjoy it. Hopefully I'll have more poems and stories to come.

I would also like to thank :iconorgangrinder010: for letting me use his image for this piece. I really do appreciate it.

Regards,

The Wicked-Scarecrow
© 2008 - 2024 Wicked-Scarecrow
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krazykyuubilv3's avatar
awesome job man. i'm incredibly impressed.