Poem – What is Time?

Time is fleeing,

floating so quickly away,

it would be nice to freeze one day,

one day for a stay.

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Why do we try to keep it?

Like an animal in a cage,

for time needs to run free,

time needs to be.

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I wish I could be a thief,

and get back the moments of wasted time.

For if I could.

Would that be such a crime?

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Who wouldn’t want?

Just  a few extra hours,

to get back at that monster,

that monster that towers.

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Yes time can flee,

so easily,

it can pass,

in the blink,

of an eye,

but we live for it,

we harness it,

we make it our own.

For to be without it,

that is something few,

few, have ever known.