Time

Time, time...

Time is a thin line.
A thread never ending,
Unraveling forever, continuous...

Infinitive.

Like the water that flows through a river.
Sliding across the pebbles in its way, but never changing direction.
A current never ending, cycling over and over in a circle.

Repetitive. Repeating.

On.

And.

On.

It goes.

Time, time...

Is never ending.

It goes.

Goes.

On.

-This poem is dedicated to A.H aka: Ice...-