Time – Written Wednesday 12th March 1997 (Aged 22)

Time

no one knows
time is just a flower in the rain
it grows and grows
time is just a rushing river
it just flows and flows
time is all of us
times it seems is never enough
no one knows
how it is time stands still
yet it manages to go on and on
no matter what we feel
time is a dream with a song
it is there, yet it never seems real
time is a vanishing trick
performed by a genius magician
it is gone too soon
all of us, in our finery
time is the space in our mind
no one know,
or understands time



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James Garratt – Wednesday 12th March 1997