Things of life happen quickly
in the time we blink our eyes
memories truths and lies
babies cries to grandpa's sighs
from birth till moment that we die
things happen in a moment
then we wait for what is next
we fill the in betweens
to escape the boredom
that that separate the moments
from the instants that shape our lives
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