Time
by Zachary Baldwin
The screaming plains of unkept time,
Are roosting now for all time.
The minds of hollowed blasting at all time.
Violence keeps coming to mind; it’s nothing but end time.
Everything is disposable time.
The times of fast, bombarding rhythm changes at this time.
Can we hold the pace of this new time?
The machines have become the humans of this time.
Our time, lost time, for a lifetime,
within time, meaningless time, stress time.
Are roosting now for all time.
The minds of hollowed blasting at all time.
Violence keeps coming to mind; it’s nothing but end time.
Everything is disposable time.
The times of fast, bombarding rhythm changes at this time.
Can we hold the pace of this new time?
The machines have become the humans of this time.
Our time, lost time, for a lifetime,
within time, meaningless time, stress time.
header image by Toper Domingo on PIXNIO