Time

What a thing to think about

How it ends,

Where it begins.

To think that we are all here for a reason,

when all we do is live, breathe them die.

What a life to be in.

Consisting of little things that mean so much to our simple minds.

We are a mere nothing to what we don't understand.

What we forget.

To what we should remember.

We are stupid compared to our past.

The whole worlds time is a never ending cycle in which we cannot escape.

Its like we make the same mistake a million times

And yet, we cant see past the truth,

Is it not terrible that we are here forever

And yet we have let the worlds' life dwindle,

Then die like a small flame,

There for one second,

And then gone the next