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Sep 2015
Time is nothing, but trouble to man.
We wait, & wait, yet people show up late, or things remain the same.
We rush, & rush to finish what we started, yet nothing gets done, because the clock has won.
The overwhelming thought to see the numbers on our phones or watches, rapidly changing before our eyes.
Yet, if there was no time, we'd be alright to do the things we please, without thinking "Oh, my. Look at the time".
No need to leave a pleasant place, & rush to another place, that you may or may not want to be.
No need to impatiently wait, gazing at the time, because there will be none.
We can guide ourselves, by day light, & night skies.
We need to enjoy every moment without a schedule, & with no worries.
Every second in life matters, & we won't cherish it with time distracting our minds.
Stay timeless, by timing less.
Written by
SaturnKnight
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