Time controls us all. Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall. Eyes always searching for a clock on the wall.
Seconds turn to minutes and the minutes turn to hours, how I wish I had slow motion powers.
One day I'm 10, next I'm 20. Oh precious time, you think you're so funny.
Wake up at sunrise, sleep at sunset. I won't have many more of these lights, I bet.
Sun ups and sun downs, will there be clouds? How many more times will I see the earth go 'round?
I'm not a fan of time because it's not on my side. Instead of on an airplane... it takes me on a slow drive.
The clock is selfish and it won't run out, but it acts like it doesnt have time to waste on my account.
The clocks keeps spinning, so I guess time is winning. I have no time to kill but my time keeps on killing.
I look to the clock as I breathe my last breath, and just for a second time stood as still as my death.
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