16th march

So I'm leaving again,
on the 16th of march. Its much sooner than i thought, I've been going around as though I've got all the time in the world... but then i don't.
Time is weird it seems never ending - then its not.
It stops, life ends for some but goes on for others.
so now i realized that i have little time to get ready, but then i will probably still waste time as well. I think it is just human nature. i recon at this point in my life most of my time is spent sleeping. and sleeping is what i should be doing now but then when you want to sleep you can't. so here is a poem that is probably more interesting than my ramblings about time.

she slipped away at around eight
she is far from the world now
it was sad but good
for it was her time to leave

like the snow flakes that melt
when the sun comes out
and a rainbow when the rain fades

lives leave an imprint on others
people leave but memories remain
time ticks on and on
and pictures fade

but i will always remember
that smile on your face
and the love and kindness
that you gave
will always remain