We are all just killing time.
Death to clocks. Another homicide.
Long and short hands. Falling sand
inside an hourglass. Surely, it won’t
last. Time isn’t on our side. We can’t
get it back. We are on the attack:
killing time. We are sometimes weak
as the minutes, days, and weeks fly
by. Sometimes, there’s no time to cry.
Some of us stay on standby when
dreams die. At times, our questions
become answers. Wallflowers become
dancers. We sit and wait until life
shows us another date. Time is
an illusion causing confusion.
Time is like magic. Some don’t believe
in it. Some know it exists. Some wish
it wasn’t real. Truth is, we all feel
some type of way, and we know
time is fleeting. We kill time
whether we know it or not.
It’s something that can’t be bought.
Kill time before time kills you.
There’s always something to do.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 