As the clock ticks away
to show that time stays not still
for us to dance and breakaway,
it is unfailingly reminding itself too
that as it ticks, its destiny too
slowly fades with time
and one day sooner or later will end
in the smelly back of a garbage truck
into some recycling rooms.
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