I long for time
Time is a commodity
A resource
That many have tricked
Into believing
It will never run out
But TIme is always running
It runs for our lives
For some it runs out too soon
While others pray to a God
They don't believe in
To take them
They beg for the fates
To take their shears
And cut their strings
So that they may
Finally be free
But Time isn't free
What we do in that time
Makes us "feel" free
So I will long and yearn for more
More time
More love
Because if not
What point is there to this life?