Hands of Time

Think not my friend for the hands of time for poems don't always rhyme

Time goes and goes

Even when we acts like foes

Addiction doesn't have a time frame

It's like flying in an airplane

We plan short trips from here to there

And after a while we've been everywhere only to come back no different

We struggle

We make promises to ourselves and to others. Or where they just lies to buy us more times

We lose our relationships our family our friends while the whole time saying it's not us it's them only to fool ourselves once again

Fear not my sweet friend for the hands of time , we can only go on this way for some time for poems don't always rhyme