I wonder what a bizarre phenomenon Time is..
Sometimes I feel it just rushes past you in a blink
Sometimes I feel its frozen or too slow for me to see it blink
But since long, Time is on a run for me
I look at the Calendar and pages flicker in front of my eyes
Why am I living each day as a second?
Why it starts to end just before it begins?
The day is at hand, when these eyes would beam lifeless
The day is at hand, when this brain will start decaying
The day is surely at hand, but I’m clueless
Each day I feel my grave coming an inch closer
Each day I’m losing my will to try and remain stronger
My hair would remain black but soul grey and grey would be my future if I don’t stop this time from running
Suddenly I start to feel lightened up with my determination
For I start to pretend I know not that time wasn’t started to stop…