Time Bandit

Sun breaks hot
The day begins,
It blurs together in one liquid motion,
Yet the motion remain almost similar,
continuous,
mechanical
programmed on the whim;
Humanity knows no bounds but
Chained we are still
To the masochistic Emperor called
Tyme.
He rules over, marching in his
wicked ways
Menial
And
Monotonous.

Trivial plays it best
And we are caught in the crossfire.

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This poem is about how time can run away from you, how you can never have enough time in the day to do whatever you need/want to do. So, time is a bandit, swiping away what little we possess.

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