So delicate our time, Goes soaring by so fast. Immortal and unstoppable, The most powerful entity by far. Different for all existing things, But still not ever enough. Nowhere near how much we'd like, But we take what we can have. A gift taken ungratefully, It's wasted everyday. Unaware the precious seconds, Can never be back. Only when it nearly runs out, Is its true worth realized. When we wish to take back times, Times wasted down the drain. Only as it diminshes, Is it's gorgeousness realized. And with it all regrets, And so I worship this moment. My tiny moment in time.
Reason for writing:
People watse their time, and when it's all gone, they want it back. TAKE A HINT!
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