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If ever there was a time to think about time
It would be now. Time is continuous And Can be noticed all the time, It is the silent force That works in mysterious ways, It is often heard through silence… In the living room, The incessant clock, Ticks and tocks Driving oneself Around the pot, Sometimes when in the now, Time ceases to be, Time can go quickly, Time can go slow, And sometimes time just goes, If ever there was a time, To stop to think, Sometimes, You can feel, That you’re on the brink, At these times Try to resist the urge to drink. And know that sometimes, Some of the time, Time will be off your mind, But consider, The river of time, Why? When you are having fun, Racing in the rapids, Does time go off and run, Why? When you are grim, Stuck in a current less drag, Does time slow down And pester you, Time is one ongoing mystery.
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