Two Hands That Never Stop
The Futile Battle Against Time
By Jack McDonoughPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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How much time?
How much time?
The clock is emotionless
Just like a mime
No mercy it will ever show
You plead and strain
But these two hands will never slow
Making exceptions for none
Time is the equalizer
Some men crushed by it
While others grow wiser
As those hands go marching on
A monotonous centripetal force
Will you recall earthly memories of purpose
Or those of regret
Will your deeds be celebrated
Or eager to forget
How much time?
How much time?
Your water basin running dry
How much time?
How much time?
The weight of two worlds is crushingly high
Soon the hourglass will spill
Leaving nothing but a void to fill
Darkness is inevitable
For we must eventually fall
But fear not my friend
Death claims all
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