The things we cannot see

I feel like I’ve been squandering my life
How so?
like I stood still for too long and it passed me by
you’re young
young is a just a figure of speech used to make us feel superior over someone
I’m old and you’re young
you have less experience
I have more

So if you’re not young or old and you’re stuck where you don’t want to be
then what are you?
don’t answer
I’ll tell you
you’re human


You move
You run
You stop
You walk

Life isn’t a race
it’s what you make of time
fast, slow, not fast enough
it’s yours.



(For those wondering, all poetry posted on this blog unless otherwise stated are originals works by me)


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