He is a thief,
he does not allow long,
as he watches people grieve,
for he is a ticking bomb

He steals seconds to minutes to days
They all drift away,
Never to return again
Were they well spent?

He never slows down
He never stops
He is awake through the night
and the day,

His ideas like a flowing lake
he never sleeps
never eats
for time never takes a break.

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