Time Has an Ugly Umbrella
Blair Hill
Have you ever stared at a screen so long
that it started to suck your soul out?
Have you ever dreamed a dream so far gone
that you forgot what it was even about?
Watching the minutes soldier on,
marching at an immovable pace.
Knowing that soon your time will be gone,
but laughing in the old clock’s face.
I wonder if I could befriend Time
and convince him to change my fate.
Perhaps by then I’ll forget how to rhyme,
but in the end it might be too late.
Edited by: Maddy D.
Blair Hill
Have you ever stared at a screen so long
that it started to suck your soul out?
Have you ever dreamed a dream so far gone
that you forgot what it was even about?
Watching the minutes soldier on,
marching at an immovable pace.
Knowing that soon your time will be gone,
but laughing in the old clock’s face.
I wonder if I could befriend Time
and convince him to change my fate.
Perhaps by then I’ll forget how to rhyme,
but in the end it might be too late.
Edited by: Maddy D.
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