Our Infinite Time

By Rubbiya Azhar

Time,

My enemy oh what a catastrophe It’s a shame

How we still find possibilities and endless eternities

Still can we change? No indeed, we still find methods to end the mistakes

 That we have forsaken from before the human race, is it not a case?

Will we ever wonder or find answers and end in vain?

Yes indeed because we are all curious minds looking for time.

Time, a term so vague with such distinctive allegory

A term, no, an excuse used to find hidden meanings

Throughout space and throughout time

There is always a hidden mystery from the human race a question and

Not an answer but more questions.

We live in hatred and defeat and can’t stop

Looking and tempting to keep track of that dreadful sound of “tick tock”. That time

The memory that faded and that living who hated

We all created this vague entertaining time.

Time is our enemy, some days your too late and

Before you know it is what it is,

Our mistakes.

We shake realizing it’s too late to change

That’s when you’re unsure from the difference and

The same.

We can go back and take back from before, yes

Believe me, we’ll get there

To share our memory of memories.

Keep track and don’t hold back its

The choice we make that moves forth with yet of coarse

Time, yes time.