Time running away, leaving us to wonder why and how it could
abandon us so carelessly, curiosity wondering if there's a
way to slow or stop it from getting away from us.
Throwing away our clocks and watches does no good, because
time has it's own innate timepiece, we continue watching days
and nights appear and disappear.
Knowing it's completely out of our hands, not liking that
at all, searching for solutions to make it last longer than
just twenty-four hours, expressing our displeasure constantly
with no answer ever.
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