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Time

Time.

One minute,

One second,

It's bountiful.

 

Time.

It's beautiful,

Then gone.

One minute there,

the next,

You're wishing for more.

 

Time.

It's wicked,

It's cursed.

There at first,

Then on the run.

 

Time.

Always on the hunt for more.

 

Time.

One minute,

One second,

It's endless.

The next its dragging,

It's weighing you down.

 

Time.

Nipping at your heels.

Then pulling you along.

 

Time.

Such an annoying concept.

One minute its abundant,

Then it's scarce.

 

Time.

You now find,

All your time,

Spent.

◄ Fly

Stuck In The Deep End ►

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