life, love write live, Rhymes, scribbles of myself, Writing

Time

It’s always ticking

Never slows or quickens

You think if you start running 

You maybe able to get ahead of it

But it’s relentlessly constant 

Closing in on your existence 

It never sleeps will catch up 

to you as you dream 

Snatching you back to reality

 like tic toc b@*#h it’s me 

You could run your whole life 

But everyone runs outta time

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