Poetic Me? What Has The World Come To?

yeah kinda funny.
I donno why but i feel like doing a poem right now.
Comments are not needed.
I dont care if theyre good or bad.
Dont know if theyre sad or happy thing.
And certainly dont know if this'll help anyone.


The Hands That Never Stop

My mind flew away,
over and over again.
Without realizing it,
tomorrow is now today.
Ahh... Father Of Time have moved the clock,
Not allowing my soaring mind to return.
Time goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

Will it ever come back?
Will it ever be happy to be back?
Ah, time. Going around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

If I can buy time just for a few seconds,
Those few seconds shall be the seconds of unequal value.
Such is time, to be there, to be believed, but cannot be seen.
A hidden enemy, and a hidden ally.
It continues to go around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

Ahh memories. The only way to keep time.
But being glass fragile, paper thin. Can it last?
The force of time shall shatter it one day.
But how, when and why. Nobody knows.
And time mercilessly go around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

Such is the cruel fate of human being.
To be blessed by god, to be taken away by the demon.
The demon awaits us all at the end of time.
But when is that? Nobody knows
as time goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

365 days in a year,
8765 hours in a year,
525948 minutes in a year,
But how many years are there in this world?
To infinity as we all thought.
Because time goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers



That was my poem...
As I type, when will i stop?
That is determined by me because
time does not care about me.
As goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers


Reporter Ali,
Signing Out
*salutes*