Battle with Time

We may try and we may realize, that no matter how many times- there may just never be enough time.

I am so very tired and I think I know why,

It’s because no one is resilient enough to just stand by-

Unless you’ve forged those solidary feelings on your own-

And coaxed yourself to always stand alone.

But one day there will be a person, time or instance that will make you think a new- 

You even begin to ignore social cues.

Because then you start to learn those standards  keep us chained.

To the constant idea that we are strange.

Humans- flawed without a doubt- but so much potential,

To rid anyone of the doubt that we can’t comply with our hopes and dreams.

That they’re mere perceptions of what could be.

But I am so tired.

And this is why-

No matter how many times I’ve read or heard a song sung,

About these tribulations and the ones to come,

About all  the rights we’ve undone;

Trying to showcase that we can keep a beat-

It’s heard in the most solemn of streets.

I will always be tired and I know why…

Because humans will never have enough time

Author's Note

Was at work- and trying to navigate through the mundane- I typed up this little something. Let me know what you think (:

Reviews

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wow...


this is amazing.

I'm new on here, and it would be such an honour if you can review some of my poems!

[Inject Positivity]

Very true observations. It always inspires to know how poetry comes into the mind in different circumstances. The whole poem gives us an example of how flawed we are and yet having all the abilities and opportunities to rise above we still take steps towards discouragement and disappointments. You have rightly said, humans will never have enough time...