Is time real
or a state of mind?
We cannot feel
the presence of time.
It is an illusion,
one you don't know,
full of confusion
as bright as a glow.
We live in the past,
though, you don't see,
time never lasts,
just ask me.
So choose your time wisely,
for you may not know
in what you have timely,
that comes from below.
You may know love,
the thing from above,
the thing of a bind,
the presence of time.

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