I spend my time roaming spaces
passing faces I’ll never see
I’m doing time in this life
going to places I’ll never be
I’m using time summoning angels
to work on truths that don’t exist
I’m out of time; my clock needs fixing
I can’t believe it ends like this
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I would like to translate this poem
A case of improper time management. Time is a passing moment, once gone is never recorvered. However, nothing is late. Efforts can redeem time lost. Nice write