By Kaylyn Koutz
Time slowly passes every second,
every hour
of every day;
it’s a
barrier
leaving us
lost-
we can’t
reach our destination.
Cars and
airplanes leading people to their destination,
Their
pre-planned places,
every
friend, friends of friends born in different places-
holding
millions of people, going throughout their day.
Time
interrupts us all,
were
rushing, we’re late, and occasionally we’re early.
No continent
or state or country can be fixed by time,
traffic
slows us down,
storms
affect our arrival,
the
destination awaits many-
a paradise
to some,
holding the
city that never sleeps,
holding
monuments only found in one country,
the country
that represents liberty and freedom,
a country
that holds many foreigners, all trying to escape to this paradise
24 hours in
a day, 60 minutes in an hour, 60 seconds in a minute;
not enough
time is available, for us to land in our final destination-
America,
home of the
free, land of the brave,
but not even
that can knock down the barrier
blocking everyone
from enjoying their day
(c) 2013 Kaylyn Koutz
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