( • blind • )

to see everything

is to see nothing.

to know every action

before it is done

is equal to losing curiosity

venturing into the unknown

the motivation of the human race

to move forward in time

but isn't that what brings time its meaning?

if we sat

in the same place

forever

time would lose itself

for it gives a reason to cherish

and if we lived every moment as the same

cherishing wouldn't be necessary

and neither the need to exist

the desire to look behind you

to see how far you've come

rather than to continue

for knowing when your end arrives

where your branch stops

defeats the unknown

leaving you with a ticking clock

running black hands

around numbers created from humans

an illusion of darkness

letting you spiral yourself into dread

constantly spending the time

thinking of what to do

how to best use what seconds you have

rather than to actually do something

to make your life worth it

to leave a mark on the world

somehow

to let someone

anyone

know that you were there

that you existed

to let your name be spoken

after the life it was attached to

had wilted

gone away

not when the end came

but when it found out

it would end at all

knowing how much time they had left

and using it to count down

what they could've done better

who they could've seen instead

what was wasted

if this poem was really worth the time

if something else

could've been more productive

how valuable time really is

and

and sometimes

it's better

to know nothing

because nothing

time will never be able

to touch.