Time is not mine
It’s so benign
Invisible and so entwined
With purpose that I lost
Under the glare of the universe
In the embrace of ghosts
A walking smile full of gloss
And laughter filled with dross
I cringe, I balk, and turn to worse
Time is not mine
It’s by design
That I am not fine
As river of it rushes by
And carries me along to die
So precious, so elusive - time!
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