Its a relaxed poem questioning ones own years of the past or not knowing what I might do in the future.


24 hours


24 hours
Not an hour slow,
Not an hour fast—
We only see it so,
Yet time has the same flow.

In the present,
We stare into the distant past,
Longing, regretting,
Replaying what was lived—
Deconstructing, reconstructing,
Wishing to return and relive.

Then we leap ahead,
To futures not yet born,
Imagining, fearing,
Sometimes hallucinating.
But the future comes anyway,
Sweeping the present away,
And before we know it—
Another 24 hours are gone away.

Some run by the clock,
Some run the damn clock
Yet the hours remain steady—
We make them past we make them future
We can’t see them to be the only time we live
The time as our present

For all of us,
It is the same 24—
Their gift unchanging,
Their passing certain



Poetry by Bunny
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Written on 2025-09-11 at 17:23

Tags 24hours  Hours  Time 

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