A Poem About Time Passing

Posted on April 20, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

I wasn’t sure as to what this was gong to be when I started writing it.

I think that perhaps there is a good idea in this, but I don’t think I carried it well.

I hope you enjoy.

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So it comes that time passes
Day to night and light to dark
All that is is all that was
And all that might is all that is

In time time too moves along
Waiting for none, yet carrying all
Through weaving branches
And tangled pathways

Even when nothing occurs
Still it all passes on by
Yet as night falls to day
Many become active participants

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!

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