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Time and I like to race, And the both of us won’t give in. We wish to claim first place; We both deny what’s not a win. With my eye on the prize, I try to beat my nemesis. For it’s time I despise, It is a thief with arrogance. And for the longest time, My rival was in the craved lead. I now forbid his crime; I have stolen his spot, indeed. “How I do this?” you ask. Well, it is the most simple thing. Within each day I bask, And in each small moment, I sing. I don’t say “Next week I…” And I don’t mention what has past. I live for the day, though, attempting just to make it last. One day I will have won, And I will claim my spot: first place. I am who made time run, All because I slowed down my pace.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
Myself and Time are in a Race.
Time and I like to race, And the both of us won’t give in. We wish to claim first place; We both deny what’s not a win. With my eye on the prize, I try to beat my nemesis. For it’s time I despise, It is a thief with arrogance. And for the longest time, My rival was in the craved lead. I now forbid his crime; I have stolen his spot, indeed. “How I do this?” you ask. Well, it is the most simple thing. Within each day I bask, And in each small moment, I sing. I don’t say “Next week I…” And I don’t mention what has past. I live for the day, though, attempting just to make it last. One day I will have won, And I will claim my spot: first place. I am who made time run, All because I slowed down my pace.
TianaMarie
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
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