Time,
ticking past,
like a river trickling,
slowly it goes,
steadily,
floating me away,
occasionally though,
as if an ocean swell,
seemingly fast,
I feel a drowning urge,
I've learned,
it's only a surge,
after all,
I can breathe,
as time still passes,
I float on.
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