Time is an odd thing, sometimes slow,
Sometimes fast, but always running, taking with it memories forgotten or remembered,
It shuts down for no one,
What does Time have instore for us?
Rewards, nothingness, i guess as they say,
It's what we do with it know that counts,
I have a need for more time, comprehension of timelessness? This thought is unnatural,
I believe time will take us away at the end to our own paradise,
Time, oh lord, time, time, time.
©jim1975
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