Have you ever sat and just wondered to yourself "Where does time go after it passes?" Think about what you are doing right now, And now it's in the past. You'll never get it back. Right now, I'm writing on this line, But that line is in the past, this line, the present. The present lasts only as long as the snap of the finger, But then is gone forever. Where does it go? If everybody thought this way, would the world be better, or worse? I'll let you decide. If everyone began "Seizing the day" around the world, Would there be more robberes, or more family gatherings? I'll let you decide... I'll let you decide...
Reason for writing:
A close relative recently pasted away.
Birth sign: Not entered
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