Poetry
time
A micropoem about humanity
Oh, to be all knowing feels a worthwhile deal.
Yet, Time knows all, but has the curse of maintaining no convictions, no feelings; recording moments, unaffected by our diction
immovable, inhuman
Oh, to be all knowing feels a worthwhile deal.
Yet, Time knows all, but has the curse of maintaining no convictions, no feelings; recording moments, unaffected by our diction
immovable, inhuman