Shifting through time neather back nor forward.
Left to be always in the middle.
Given no clues of what is to be.
Not even tomorrow is a sure thing.
And yet we are in our own way.
At least for today.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 7:58 PM UTC
Shifting through time neather back nor forward.
Left to be always in the middle.
Given no clues of what is to be.
Not even tomorrow is a sure thing.
And yet we are in our own way.
At least for today.
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