With all the time in the world you would think it had a shape or size
But that is not question we ponder.See time is endless its a void of lonelyness
You donot understand time shall not, will not and doesnot change for anybody
Time remains the same in distant voids of nothingness, going on forever more
We sometimes find ourselves losing track of time, when in true we have not lose anything
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