Time


Time is what we have yet we can't buy.
There's a time to live and a time to die.
It's not about the wristwatch or time we keep watch
neither is it the tick tock
or the big clock
It goes in one dimension
and stays in one direction
Most times we fall,
we wait for hope that time 'll tell.

Time brings memories
that wears off like burnt calories
The times that were wasted
were meant to be invested
Time is an inevitable progression of the future
best spent with good creatures
Time is something we have
but we don't have
so it's supposed to be lived
like its received.

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