Point of Time

just a thought i had

Time seems to fly,

like black arrows,

through the mist of life.

Slicing through all you once thought true.

Cutting you off from everything,

and everyone, that you once thought your own.

 

Questions flow by,

faster than can be given answers.

Is everything changing around me?

Or am I the one who is changed?

 

What if time ceased to flow?

Would we stay young?

Or would we grow old?

Or would we even notice at all,

if it were to happen,

that time ceased to flow?