Time

A Poem by Maxwell

Nothing compares to the tuneless sound time makes
Nothing runs faster as slowly as time does
Think of time as an emotionless enchantress
We are taken in by the timeless, unaging allure of its dress
It's pale and smooth skin traps us in a void of thoughtlessness
And so, we think we have her all to ourselves
And therein, lies the mistake of many
For time does not answer your wishes like a genie
It switches up on you
In a sense, it never loses focus of itself
For it drifts away fleetingly
Leaving you hanging in peril and doom