The one thing about time,
And how each of us lives...
With time to us given,
Is to awaken to acknowledge...
Not a moment or minute of it,
Can be demanded to go backward.
Or...
Not to know what time it is,
With a doing to sit witnessing it drift...
As if everything delusioned and prioritized,
Has more time given to us to decide...
What to do with the time left,
We have collected somewhere to find.
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