Time is a Lie

Life is prioritized around it,

we often stress thinking of it,

there is no fighting it,

time is a lie.

It can evaporate dreams

or set them on a blaze,

all attempt to grasp it,

yet it always manages to

slip away,

time is a lie.

It carelessly does

not consider in whose

skin it lays upon;

cold and rough, or gentle

and warm, it will always

proceed, refusing to

halt or keep silent,

time is a

lie.