Slips through fingers like water,
Brushes by faster than a bullet train,
Not a clue is left in its path,
All that is left in its wake is...tick...dock...
It seems to mock every move made.
Sneaks around without a sound.
Faster than the human eye can detect, or maybe we just never took notice as it went by.
As it moves, the values, bonds of trust, and beliefs of one is called in to question yet again.
Look through the glass and see the changes.
Time has flown by and it is now time for the young, such as I, to rise to the challenge.
To know where one should place their foot upon an unstable surface is a risk.
Clearly know which path your going to take now, for the amount of time to decide is slipping by.
As days become weeks, and weeks to months, months to years; time goes at the speed of light.
It simply flashes by our eyes without even blinking.
Depending on how we use it?
That now, seems to be a double edged sword.
No one can see into the future.
There is no clue or hint to what will happen.
The path in front is waiting for completion.
Waiting for its builder to decide upon a decision but time is running out yet again...Tick...Tock...
Laughter rings off the wall where the clock hangs.
As quick as possible, we scramble to our feet.
You may know where you are headed but I don't....
The path will now be put on delay...
Tick...Tock...
©SGB182
Well as they say, time flies when your having fun. xD Whatever "fun" might be anyways.
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