Oh Precious Time

It is time, isn’t it.
This crazy phenomenon that manages to shape our every
Oh, what would it be to be as dependable as time itself
But understand time is also delusional.
We must realize that to have time is to have a sort of
Precious treasure that we hold and guard with our life.
It slips between our fingers as though not to know its
price to us.
Constantly is our time running low, constantly are we
being given more time then deserved, constantly are we
wasting our precious treasure that
Time is.

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