I wrote this poem suffering from a high degree of boredom in some classroom in the last year. don't remember properly now.... should have blogged it then.
Killing time
Time is such a funny thing, you see
It goes on and on for all eternity
Maybe it is by which the sun rides the day
Or by which all heavy elkements decay
Or yet seimply the evolution of the mind
It will forever be, and forever be undefined
For time is such a confusing mess
There is so much of it, yet so very less
IT exists without end or beginning
Without corroding itself, it corrodes everything
And all the greatest things merely pass it by
It will live on even when entire universes die
And now I am writing this stupid rhyme
I am just bored and want to kill some time
But I can see that it will be
That time will end up killing me
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