I feel so much time on my hands, and with so much time.
I waste it away,
I feel I have little time on my hands and with so little time,
I rush and scramble about to hold onto it.
It's been said that time is an illusion,
a phenomenon made by humans.
Animals don't worry about time,
they worry about family, food, the sun, the moon,
water, no water.
earth, no earth.
Humans worry about birthdays, lateness, money, bills,
manicure, no pedicure.
gas, no gas.
Time. I worry about it,
I worry about my family, food, the sun, the moon,
water, earth, birthdays, manicures and no pedicures.
Will this mean something in a few years?
will time wear on the pages?
Will my time have run out to see it?
I feel so much time on my hands, and with so much time.
I waste it away,
I feel I have little time on my hands and with so little time,
I rush and scramble about to hold onto it.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
I feel so much time on my hands, and with so much time.
I waste it away,
I feel I have little time on my hands and with so little time,
I rush and scramble about to hold onto it.
It's been said that time is an illusion,
a phenomenon made by humans.
Animals don't worry about time,
they worry about family, food, the sun, the moon,
water, no water.
earth, no earth.
Humans worry about birthdays, lateness, money, bills,
manicure, no pedicure.
gas, no gas.
Time. I worry about it,
I worry about my family, food, the sun, the moon,
water, earth, birthdays, manicures and no pedicures.
Will this mean something in a few years?
will time wear on the pages?
Will my time have run out to see it?
I feel so much time on my hands, and with so much time.
I waste it away,
I feel I have little time on my hands and with so little time,
I rush and scramble about to hold onto it.
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