Our speck of life,
So insignificant
Our hopes, our joy, our pain
Are but an illusion within a reference frame
Did you notice how our lives
with yesterday rhyme?
The morbid, the banal
and their incessant chime
The dear equilibrium is at the mercy of Time
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
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