Poetry, Poetics, Po-business, Stuff Like That

Weird Kid

What do you want to
be when you grow up?

Time.
I want to be time.

What?

Time.  It rules all.
It destroys all
but it flows right along.
We’re all trapped in it,
except God, and
He’s timeless.

Uh, I don’t think
you’ll be able to be Time.

You asked me
what I wanted to be,
not what I would be.

That’s true.
I did.

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One Response

  1. A brilliant write….really love the tone and style of the poem.

    October 5, 2011 at 8:20 pm

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