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Dec 2011
Time
is slowly creeping along
is being taken away, day after day
is complete, and utter contradictory.

They say time is a gift,
and that's why we call it the "present"
But is it really?
How is putting a measure
on our daily lives,
telling us when we have to stop;
when to start -
A gift at all?

Time is
immeasurably indistinct.
We like to have the power
to think we can do what we want.
As a society
we like to think we are in control
But we're not.
Time is unchangeable.
A moment passed
is aΒ moment lost.

Never: attainable
returned
relived
or redone.

It is the one thing on this earth
that we cannot escape.
Fate is inevitable.

So this time
make it worth while.
Make it something
beaming
cherishable
undeniably enticing.

Because once it has happened
it will never happen again.
Written by
Cece  F
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