An endless cycle
Like the black hole of reality
Too short to remember, to long to embrace
The smallest atom that builds existence as we know it
A cruel, raging river
A jailer of life
Morphing, yet consistent
A paradox to continuance, a unsolvable puzzle
The oldest relic, and the future's valuables e
A figment of my imagination, that dwarfs my consciousness
I am just a drop of water in a ocean of time.
Miracle, curse, time.
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