Picture Street

Picture Street

Time will reveal everything I want to know now.

I wish time was just the name of a street.

I’d drive a black car up and down time.

I’d be happy.

I came across this poem on the internet just today and I wanted to share it. I think it's clever, and even though it's short I found that it really takes hold of such a strong emotion of time; something that people are constantly worrying over every day. I loved the way that the writer made it into a physical thing like a street sign. The comparison of that worked really well. Also, after reading it, I totally wanted it to come true. The fact that I felt this way, I think, really makes a poem complete. Agreed?