Paradox

Time’s a paradox

Moves forward, always steady

And yet

Forces us to be ready

It can’t tell us what we need

And yet

We must heed

Its rules, its shoves to move

And yet

Never can we prove

It’s long existence, its persistence

And yet

We meet it with resistance

We have to follow, we have no choice

And yet

Try not to listen to it’s voice

Infinity’s between each second

And yet

I still do think and reckon

It pushes forward into dawn,

With every waking yawn,

Sun, moon, light, dark

Never off the mark

Time’s a paradox

Author: Brenna Farrell

Brenna Farrell is a 9th grade high school student at the Classical Academy of Sarasota. She is an avid reader, a budding artist, and a Star Wars enthusiast. She is competes at the national level of the U.S. Academic Decathlon. She loves to spend her time with her gardening club and artist guild, where she is expanding her skills in writing. She loves to volunteer at her church and travel on grand adventures with her family. She is pursuing her dream of being an astrophysicist.