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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A brilliant write….really love the tone and style of the poem.
October 5, 2011 at 8:20 pm