Time is all
Anyone has
None of,
Plenty of ways
For the seconds
To compound
Like grains of nothing
Between the toes
Washed away
Constantly into the great void
Light sinking into darkness,
Yet we try
Time and time again
To hold it
Within our grasp,
As we slap
Father time
Across the face
Love you
Without a second thought
A minute to doubt
An eternity to forget
As it all withers
Away from the sanity
Of all the clocks
On all the walls
On all the wrists
Insane symbols
Like the emperor's
New robes
We will never wear
More proudly
Like the imbeciles
That think
Tomorrow and your love
May yet arrive...

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