Time - Poem
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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It marks endings and beginnings, whether it is marked or not, it continues rolling forward steadily. Some feel the need to utilize every second of it maximizing and obsessing others live without thinking of it. Menial tasks have no implications on its constant flow. With lack of worry towards it. We find ourselves being able to grasp small moments leading to introspection and greater thoughts, pessimism would lead one to believe it's the beginning of something bound to become nothing but memories. We spend time creating memories from our dreams. Dreams turn to reality. A temporary reality which turns to memories. The future will be the past passing by satisfaction can only be judged subjectively. How can one gauge how they use their time if they do not know a better reality, working towards greater goals, feeling success in different ways, continuously moving forward, squeezing every second out of life passing by people who create the fondest memories, memories to remember the fondest dreams that aren't just dreams reliving moments that could only be written about to relive our past. These memories from dreams are so fond. The line between memory and reality becomes blurred and lost quickly. We can find ourselves lost in these memories trying to slow down not to get too far from them. We don't realize that even if these mold us to be who we are, you are the only version of yourself, open your eyes, see who you are never settle. Instead of slowing down, we need to push forwards towards our goals and passions, new dreams as we move with time, just like that another day is finished. Did you let it pass you by, grab it while it passes by you? Because before you know it, it'll be gone. Always forward, never backwards.