{"sf1_id":802006,"sf2_id":"zeRDxMEn","title":"Time","author":"Drias","words":106,"posted_at":"2014-12-31T10:30:00.000Z","tags":["Emotion","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/802006-time","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRDxMEn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/03/8d/038d001d-e1fb-4fa8-96de-b2bbc6360cd9","description":"#4 of Poetry and Scribblings","content":"Time,\n\nEven the slightest motion of the air can disturb the water,\n\nThe ripples will travel slow but steadily,\n\nUntil you finally become aware,\n\nThat you are not the same as you were back then...\n\nMotivations are now aggravations,\n\nWhat was wise has become foolish,\n\nDid the bird just lost its wings,\n\nDid the wings get clipped?\n\nOr did he grow new ones?\n\nOr are new ones still evolving?\n\nThe taste of time,\n\nA faint stain which makes you aware,\n\nWhich does not fade away,\n\nBut only becomes stronger,\n\nNow that time rolls on,\n\nThe Change caught up with me,\n\nWhen I never saw it coming.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}