Treasure Island

Garrett Nakai


Time


As I grow day by day.My mind gets more wise.I know that there's bills

to pay.There's people out there telling lies.They don't want you to

hear what I hear.Blocking out images from what they really appear.As

time passes by.You know the times when you cry.I'm sorry I'm not right

by your side.To comfort you and tell you everything's going to be

alright.Just let this slide into your mind.And I hope you get good

rest tonight.For time passes by and waits for no one.I wish for the

clock to stop.Seems no one is in charge except the man on top.He's got

a plan for me and you.If not why were you born too? I'm here I can see

that your real.You know what your life is, it's your deal.Played that

hand already.You know what you've done.Another day gone.Time waits for

no one.Not even me.

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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My inspiration was the passing time that went by and I was wondering why I was thinking at the time.

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  • Khairul Ahsan (4/15/2014 1:25:00 AM)

    You've expressed your emotions well through this poem.
    I hope, the 'You' addressed to here, will be pacified and find some solace in your poem.
    'Time and tide await none' - so goes the age old adage. (Report) Reply

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