Movement of Time

Times moves forward

Clocks stop working

It is not discovered

Time stands still for those who look behind

While time skips forward for those who reach in front of them

For one to aim ahead, they must reveal the binds

The blinds from the blindfold created to keep you back.

The back that been stabbed from your traitors

Your traitors were then being betrayed

The betrayers that hate on what was gifted in you

The gift for you was time

And time will wait for you

For you to catch up with your dreams

Time moves fast, it may seem.

The gift for you was time