Conception

time rushes past before we even know what’s happened

time rushes past before we even know what it is

thinking it is wasted by minutes

when we waste hours every day

by being crude, it is wasted

by being selfish, it is thinned

we take for granted everything we do not see

and everything in our way

we see what we want

not what is

and it is due to this selfish blindness

that the unhappy become unhappier

the sad become sadder

for their anger is a mask of insecurity

a waste of time

continue to remain blind and you will continue to fall

For it is only until we see this rushing of time will we ever be able to feel still