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Life drained departed
Into a land of silence
But somehow
Now
I feel you
In the night's breeze
In the whisper of trees
Rustling in the wind
I can hear your sigh
Your voice echoing
In the silence of the night
All of a sudden I realize
That you are here nearby
I feel your presence
Up close next to me
Trying to tell me something
Suddenly I awake
Feeling your presence
In my room
I see not nor do I hear you
But I still believe
You have never left me
Living on forever
Even in still life
According to statistics
You spend at least a third of your whole life waiting
Waiting for a pail to fill
Waiting for your turn in line
Waiting for the right time

Well allow me to tell you something
Time was but a concept made by humans
in an attempt to have a sense of order in their barbaric lives
Time is made up which means
Time doesn't actually exist
And if time was made by humans
Then time can be defied by humans

Waiting for the right time?
More like wasting your time
Stop beating around the bush
Stop sugar coating everything
Take the moment and make it the right time
Take the now and make it your now

Tell that stranger that he looks good today
Buy yourself a bouquet of flowers
Eat that chocolate lava cake you've been craving for
Run that extra mile
Tell her you love her
Tell her how much she means to you
Fight for her

Because even if
Time is made up
And time doesn't actually exist
Your time runs out
And sometimes the time we are given on this earth isn't enough
We do not control how much time we have on our hands
We do not know when the hourglass will run out
We do not know when the game is finally over

And some day when you least expect it
Time will run out
You will run out of seconds, of minutes, of hours and of days
To do all the things you want to do
To say all the things you want to say
To love everything you want to love

And before you know it
You'll spend your last few breaths --
Your last few moments of time
Full of regret
"Why did I wait?"
fold me up,
delicately
tuck me in your left
breast pocket
I am home

— The End —