It doesn’t travel in a line.
When we are young, it slowly passes.
The older we get, the faster it flies by!
We can’t see it.
We can’t smell it.
We can’t taste it.
We can’t feel it or hear it, but like the wind, we know it’s there.
It’s round like the face of a clock,
Or a sundial or the sun as it travels across the sky.
Round like a baseball, basketball, soccer ball or the moon.
Time waits for no one.
It passes invisibly, quietly without any sound.
Time sneaks upon us.
We only see the results after it has passed.
We lose time.
We save time, but we can’t show it.
We can’t find time.
We can’t count time.
We try to take time, but we can’t hold it.
We are out of time.
We only see the results of time as it passes us by.
We can’t wait on time.
Time is a second.
Time is a minute.
Time is an hour.
Time is a day.
Time was yesterday.
Time was last week.
Time was last month.
Time was last year.
Tomorrow comes but is never here.
Time is today.
Time is now!
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What would be a good college where I can major in creative writing?
In the USA , Colorado College, Emerson, Boston University, University of California( Irvine), University of Michigan, and Vanderbilt to name a few. See Top 20 Colleges for Aspiring Writers | HuffPost https://www.huffingtonpost.com/college…/top-20-colleges-for-aspiring-writers_b_5649…