@originalpoetry Time is Passing
Time is ever passing.
None shall escape that passage.
Yet still one may be many to another.

My time is slow,
Yet leagues away not so;
Yearning for what is to come.

Why does this day feel like weeks?
My heart aches for you so far away.
I count the seconds that lead me to you.

Bring me my time faster, I beg of you.
I don’t wish for this time, but the time to come.
Let this minute feel not of hours but seconds instead.

Yet still this time is not fast, but slow.
Do you feel the same so many leagues from me?
Does your minutes not feel like hours or days even?

This time will pass eventually.
I know this, yet it feels like it shan’t.
And what do you know? It is yet nigh gone.

Time shall pass by for all.
Yet mine own time doesn’t pass by as yours.
All in the mind of the people shall the speed of time be determined.