The past, like every nightmare had
Has haunted for too long
Robbing the present of its haven
Where will the future ever rest?
The present, like every breathe taken,
Drips away as time ticks
Taking every treasure moment
And locking it in the past.
The future, ridden with every wish and hope
Struggling under the burden of
Expectations detached from the past and present…
Wont it ever disappoint?
Time –yesterday, today and tomorrow
Is only an illusion
Time is what I make of it, for I soar above all things
I live in eternity, free from the clutches of time.0