It waits for no one,
not even for the most powerful and rich.
It moves on the same paste from when we all know ourselves.
It could never be controlled,
never.
I wonder if it rewinds sometimes,
Because then I could say I know the reason for deja vu.
It can be very funny when we say "time fly's fast"
Or "time is moving very slow"
It makes me wonder and think.
But what I do know,
It waits for no one.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
It waits for no one,
not even for the most powerful and rich.
It moves on the same paste from when we all know ourselves.
It could never be controlled,
never.
I wonder if it rewinds sometimes,
Because then I could say I know the reason for deja vu.
It can be very funny when we say "time fly's fast"
Or "time is moving very slow"
It makes me wonder and think.
But what I do know,
It waits for no one.
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