Time – A Poem by Sandra Tzvetkova

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Time.
What is it?
Past prime,
A threat:
Procrastinate
(Or not)
You’ll meet
The deadline.

Stop.
Breathe.
You can’t,
Why not?
Tic toc,
That thing
Doesn’t stop.

Slow down
Look up,
Stars:
They’re old,
You’re young-
Write your
Bildungsroman.

But time,
It takes.
How much?
As much
As you let it-
A life,
If you spend it
On time.

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