Time

by sevanya

Funny how life assembles irony

A moment constantly passes

Whether or not I invest an action

As to speak in words spoken by the fortunates

Hiding in high rises built by

Starvation, made-up competition

Topped with fear

Of the world’s cold shoulder

I fear, however,

For the time not granted for free

To see them playing power over

A wheel that does not only go and go

But crushing dreams and chasing after

Brand new souls to eat up

30 March 2017