We're all trapped on this time machine
Doing laps around the sun
The minutes drag while seasons pass
As summer turns to winter.
Our lives are thrown off balance
Some are lost along the trail
Of this coordinated chaos
As we spin, not out of control.
We are traveling continually
Through the corridors of time
We scrape walls with each decision
Making marks in books of the past.
We find comfort in the surety
That our voyage will endure
As we venture forth so brazenly;
The crafters of tomorrow.
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