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Time

Time. what is it?

is it the clock on the wall

or the hands in your watch?

is it the hours at work

or the days left of school?

is it the months in a year

or the days in a month?

is it the drive to the store

or the hours that we sleep?

we base our whole lives around this "time"

a preborn schedule

it's almost like a test to see if we can survive

but it's all lies

Time does not exist

Time Is Existing

Time is right Now

and We are right Now

We breathe Seconds, We see Days, We think Years

We Are Time

So don't waste it, cause then

you're just wasting yourself.

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Cuban
Published
Sep 12, 2011
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